Dull like the black star by Mannan Nazar
The stars they spread their gaze on the platter we live,
They see me but I fail to see,
It is the uncertainty I have been told,
They say the weather is not suited for the occasion,
Weeks, years, months I am a boy longing for the sight,
Is it selfish to ask, is it selfish to want the sparkles they have?
To shine so bright like a black star.