Life can place moments with the stars all wrong
Apostate the cynicisms
To the blissful memories, the stars did do right
With that spirit one must survive.
Luck can sometimes go on a strike
Self-pity only complements communism
Favourite songs can bore tiresomely
Alas, revenge can never serve anyone right.
Wisdom can dawn on modesty being exhaustive
Dispositions of much arbitrated idealisms
Then, imagine all cynics quenching on running nostrilsHypothetically, enjoy the slurring fight.
Stars will shine all over the sky
Adorning the night the spaciously around their regions
Tending to overpower each with the otherOnly for you to decide, which of the stars are live.
For there are enough stars for everybody
And for every soul’s rosemary to over-write.
©copyright Mehjabin Shahed
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