The Twinkle Stars...
The Twinkle Stars...
Sometimes, I feel myself lonely,
This world seems to me fake.
All the acts are seen fruitless,
The whole Universe is felt dreamless.
My broken heart searches the ways,
Through which I do reach the skies.
The skies of apprehension are blue,
The life's motion is too slow.
Still I am alive.
With a vow to earn green leaves.
The leaves which let me smile.
And, would make the whole, mild.
I see the twinkle stars all around me,
Waiting to give me the sweetest lift.
Those stars are some innocent children,
Who let my life jolly and plain.