Star

It used to be a bright brilliant star.

No tinge of hopelessness afar.

Part of the cluster.

Standing away, deprived of its luster.

Whole Universe looks empty.

Love had become scanty.

Once of blue have become red.

Laughter has become sad.

Will remain till it turns to black hole.

No means are there to break the wall.

No one is there to call.

Each day is proving to be a great fall.