Twinkle Twinkle little Stars,

How I wonder what you are!

But today, I cannot help but wonder.

Whether you are really, what everyone says you are?

I look above at the dark sky,

With small groups of Stars.

As though they are students of a night class,

Whispering to each other, the events of the day.

There is a group of bright stars in a corner,

Lost in their deep, profound discussion,

Adorning the night Sky, with their light so bright.

Then you find some dim stars,

As if, they are the average students,

Trying hard to learn their way around.

Then, a few paces away, you find a lonely star,

As though he is the abandoned one,

With no friends, lost in oblivion.

Then in the heart of it all, you see a Shining Moon,

As if it is their teacher.

Whose acquiescence seeks each Star.

But together, they make an awesome sight.

Making the dullest night, the brightest.

So many poems written on them,

If only they had Patent right.

They would have been a Billionaire.

                           I love my Star lit night the most.

                           They teach me,

                           You can shine,

                           Even in the dark.

                           So, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star,

                           I no longer wonder what you are.

                           I no longer wonder what you are.