The Imperishable Star

By Arushi Manchanda

There left another star, but not to deserted the sky,

It needed to wind down to the one, who couldn't reach the high.

To dignify the loved one, he took the laceration of his wings,

Hence him having the perpetual grounds gave even the roots a sparkly bling.

He grew brighter, with each time her love would drizzle

As it was not the water, however the percussion with her skin, which only made him frizzle.

By Arushi Manchanda