the distant, dull, the dreamy star,

of all the orbs in the sky so far,

plight it had–of the strangest kind,

reaping the foils of its curious mind

alone it was amidst the crowd,

gales of time whilst thundering loud,

youth was to come, its youth is to fade,

abashed of its shine, its fancy charade…



yet incomplete :(
shekhar suman.