It lived a happy life.
And one fine day,
It came to know that,
It was indeed a star,
Like millions of other stars.
That shined so bright,
But with borrowed light.
Even stars die.
And until then,
They shined for others.
Doomed to live a life,
That was never for its own,
It had no other way,
But to shine in meaningless life,
Until death stopped it.
Even if it is blessed to be born again,
Is it going to have a Happy life?
Or continue the bane of
Existing as a commodity?
Nothing, but darkness
That surrounds the future.
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