The aching phase..):

Mid-night in dark, in sight of bats fly,
breeziness filling the silence in cry,
no moon or stars to shine,
beautifully sitting a child finding the answers in her mind..??

a lovely star in her life,
becomes a loving star of her life,
but why the stars are so brittle
to be broken in the crystal sky..?

eyes wet, heart broken,
making the verse unspoken,
footprints are left behind,
but still moving finding a way in life?

people go, memories fade..
things left unsaid, how to say?

almighty, look at the broken stars,
number of pieces left apart,
do they ever join..?