There they are
The twinkle stars
Dotted in the pale night sky
Sparkle is all that catches the eye
Lived well before
Would live well after
Seen everything under the blue sky
In full and from so high
Have they got stories to tell?
To say to each other
Just to pass the night
Of people and deeds
Oh my friend, will our names
The least, figure in the end?
What would they say about us
That we lived just like one among them
Among the millions
A dot among the dots?
Or are they all just
The dots waiting to be connected!
Sparkling so much
For just to be attended!
Without wax
Ash
ashokbbalakrishna
WITHOUT WAX 
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