I like stars.
They struggle.
I like how they wait whole day
just so they can shine at night, when its dark.
Only at night
and **** those clouds.

Happy-
Many of us want to be.
But like moon, only few
get chance to shine
So Bright- although
Inherently with no light.

But stars-
I am one of them,
I suppose
Trying to;
Struggling to be happy;
To dispose our light.
and yet,...
I hate clouds.
they are not fluffy or anything.

And there are millions of stars
who falls in love with moon
baffled by its artificial light.
Just like me.
And, we are happy-
sort of.

We imagine things with Moon.