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 it 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.


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