Criminal star

Like the stars above me,
Like the star in me,
Like the star I am on,
Shining with the scars.

Was not possible to rhyme,
Without Suffering the holy crime,
The crime of having a desire,
The crime of tearing the comfort tire,
The crime of being criticized as fire,
The crime of removing sub-standards attire,
The crime of breaking all the wires.

Yea, hard enough, to face
But,
When u have to win the race,
One thing u need to trace,
Is your real chase.

Culminated to dazzle as much,
As chipping off the crunch,
Of the nasty bunch.

~ Harnoor Bhullar

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