The Distant Star

On a dark cloudless night,

I saw a tiny little star,

Twinkling shiny and bright,

From its peers above par.

I stood like a timid kid,

And dreamt if I could touch,

Twirling my fingers roundabout,

To mock its grab as such. 

I wished I had the wings,

To fly up in the sky,

To hold that distant star,

That miles away so high. 

Gazing through the clouds,

I sought its flashing light,

It played me hide and seek,

All through the sleepless night. 

I thought if they ever meet,

Laying modest, meek and coy,

The angels in the sky,

To a mere earthly boy.