Every night, I go to my terrace,
Sit looking for stars in the sky.
But I see none,
All of my stars covered in gray,
Gifted to the universe by my fellow humans.
My sky is gray,
With no hope and no stars.
Disappointed, I wanted to go back inside and just stare into the darkness of my house.
But something caught my eyes.
A single star, shining so bright,
Breaking the gray trap of my sky.
I take it as a happy coincidence,
And get lost in it’s beauty.
I fell asleep thinking of the one star that made it.
Maybe I’ll see it again tomorrow,
Maybe it’ll break the gray trap again someday.
I go up on the terrace everynight,
To see my star burning bright.
Some days the darkness wins.
Maybe it was a losing game.
The darkness wins.
But something still make me go up there every night,
Hoping I’d see my friends again one night.
It’s my star,
It’ll always be mine.
It’s the ray of hope in my darkened life.
I wish for it every night.

Aashna Vidyarthi