By Kriti
When the night blends in,
the clouds are no more thin,
The stars forever stay,
Hang there to guide my way.
With a swish and a flick,
even when the clouds go thick,
I know they are still there,
I know they really care.
They shine better than good old Mr. Moon,
I stare at the sky at noon,
waiting for them to shed there light,
To enlighten the blankness in my sight.
I wait for them to light the sky,
without them, it is so dark, I don’t know why,
How do they hang all day long?
But then I remember that long lost song.
