The shimmering stars are looking at me,
Telling me to write my own destiny.
The moon passing from cloud to cloud,
Inspiring me to never be bound.
The cool soft breeze is blowing,
Advising me to always be glowing.
For myself and also for others,
And it shouldn’t much matter.
Look!
Even the moon have scars.
And not having the light of its own.
It is still perfectly shinning from so far,
By just standing alone.
-Priya Singh