My sky filled with stars, bright,
Something I wished upon every night.

One day, they started to disappear,
One after another, till the sky got clear.

Was it just a beautiful scenery on canvas I painted?
Due to negligence, the colors faded.

Is it possible to recover what was once lost?
Then why haven't I got back the spark that illuminated my past?

My vision pitch-black, even though the streets were brightened up by street lamps.
Walked that dreary path till my feet got cramps.

I fell and couldn't get myself up again,
Stared at the same empty sky then.

Desperately wishing for the same scenes on those bright nights,
Just then, a pretty shooting star was in sight.