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.