Beneath the sky
I saw the moon cried and mourning
Of the death of stars
The dream catcher was soundly sleeping
In the land of Dream
Nothing to carry on in his life
How everyone is wishing star upon him
but how this lad will survive
if those stars are dying?
Broken into dusts
like a sprinkle of winter flakes
On the end of December
Dear dream
It is too much too soon?
Open the new book and smile
Forgetting the past like they weren’t exist
Dear dream
am I a fool to believe in love ?
Or a fool of catching a glimpse of Paradise?
Or just nobody to somebody’s eye?
Dear stars
It is too much too soon?
Twinkling and shining than the sun
Falling into my eyes and hide these pains underneath
Dear stars
am I a fool to be a bubbliest pretender
While the world has been awful to me ?
This is the story of an ordinary person
The end is nothing
The beginning just began
Fading with unbearable thoughts
A little bit sprinkle of stars are relieving
Because everyone is soundly sleep
no stories to be heard
This is the story of a fool
writing a foolish poet
by: Qurratul Ain (Me)
