It Happened One Night
There is a reason or a story behind all that happens around us. Sometimes it is revealed but sometimes it remains a mystery or it is said to be destined.
When the decorated sky looked out for its fallen star,
stardust illuminated the way to its fall.
The moon whispered to the vast constellations far and wide,
“I want to follow the stardust”, all of you plead to the wind to stall.
There was a painful echo through the multiverse,
for the sky was a little less starstruck.
The hunt for the beloved ended empty-handed,
Ah!!!, uttered the moon, its voice resonating with the dusk
That blank space exuded a chorus of sorrow,
painting a prelude to the sunset melancholy.
Everyone talked about his waves of nirvana virtually,
the son of the sky had succumbed to his destiny.
The fellow twinklers stood effervescent efflorescent,
when their poetic heartbeats collected into a portfolio of poetry.
They were missing their spark among the Illuminati,
soothing their hearts, accepting that he was healed and free.
