Pole star
What is like
to be the Pole star
Guiding the world,
before and after?!
What is it like,
to be the one,
lonely,
mass,
of unwanted rock?!
What is like,
to be hollow,
or shallow,
been eroded
by years of turmoil?!
Layer after layer,
unpeeled,
Slowly
newer crevices
formed,
when more valleys,
and graves appear!
What is it like,
to be the one,
showcased with glamour
and bloom?
But underneath
its desperate,
for every ounce of breath,
some freedom, or
a morsel of care!
Its lonely,
Destitute,
Craving for love
For someone to nurture
its heart of rock
which has hardened
over time,
with the world moving on
with the Pole star's shine!!
Tanzila
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