That Shooting Star

Standing at my terrace, gazing at the sky,

I saw that one shooting star, 

Travelling through the entire night sky, giving hope to endless people,

Who gave hope to that falling star was the only question in my mind, I felt like that shooting star,

Hoping for the best for everybody around, but did they wish for me too , were they selfless enough to do that,

And it wasn’t as if I was living in melancholy, wearing a cloak of tragedy,

I did smile , but that always was because of or for someone else, never for myself,

And at nights like these when the invisible cloak of despair would become too visible for me to ignore, I would look up at the sky,

And hoped for myself and that shooting star , to love ourselves as much as we loved others, 

It had always been easier to love others than ourselves, 

Just to ignore their bad parts and focus on the good ones, 

Then why was it hard to do the same about ourselves, 

Was it because it broke my heart somewhere to know that there was an eclipse of unhappiness within me,

Shooting stars weren’t only for the lovers who were in distant places from one another, 

They were for the wives of those soldiers who were saving lives at the border,

It was for the son who was living miles apart from his parents, or the mother who was staying apart from her toddlers just to protect the country from criminals,

The shooting star gave hope to thousands of people, knowingly or unknowingly, 

The way it crossed through the vast sky,

And people felt that their hopes would reach their loved ones too, their problems too would cut through their lives someday,

And I thought that it isn’t bad to be a shooting star, but I had to become my own too along with others’