The Weight of a Single Star
A star fell softly from the sky one night,
Slipping free from heaven’s quiet height,
With a shimmer, it tumbled, away from grace,
To wander the earth and find its place.
The weight of a single star was light as air,
But it bore the burden of all it’d bear—
The gleam of galaxies once held close,
Now gone, yet seeking the purpose it chose.
Down through the forest, the rivers, the sea,
It drifted and wandered, longing to be
More than a spark in the endless blue—
To breathe, to touch, to feel what’s true.
It saw the joy in a mother’s face,
As she held her child in warm embrace.
“Is love like light?” the star wondered aloud,
Yet its voice was lost in a bustling crowd.
The star drifted on, past lovers entwined,
Whispered vows and hearts combined,
It felt the pull, a warm, silent tether,
And thought, “Perhaps we are drawn together.”
In midnight hours, it came to know
A poet awake, pen tracing slow
Words of heartbreak, loss, and longing’s ache—
Sorrows that only a heart can take.
And so the star, small yet bold,
Reached toward that poet’s soul.
“Do I, too, have a weight to bear,
Like the grief that fills this empty air?”
It touched the leaves of autumn’s fall,
Watched children grow, watched empires tall
Rise and crumble back to dust,
Dreams of glory gone with rust.
Through fleeting seasons, it sought to see
The reason behind its own journey—
If a star could touch but once and then,
Disappear, would it be again?
The earth held no answer, no binding law,
Yet a truth was felt, deeper than awe:
The weight of a single star was slight,
Yet in every glance, it gave light.
The star rose then, back to sky,
Leaving no trace but a lullaby—
A quiet song of love, loss, and breath,
Of fleeting moments and timeless depth.
And so it shines, not in the dome above
But in whispered hope, in shared love.
For what’s a star, if not a mark
That leaves behind the warmth of spark?
Though brief, its journey was not in vain,
For the weight it bore was soft as rain—
A single star, come and gone,
Leaving the night a touch of dawn.
Slipping free from heaven’s quiet height,
With a shimmer, it tumbled, away from grace,
To wander the earth and find its place.
The weight of a single star was light as air,
But it bore the burden of all it’d bear—
The gleam of galaxies once held close,
Now gone, yet seeking the purpose it chose.
Down through the forest, the rivers, the sea,
It drifted and wandered, longing to be
More than a spark in the endless blue—
To breathe, to touch, to feel what’s true.
It saw the joy in a mother’s face,
As she held her child in warm embrace.
“Is love like light?” the star wondered aloud,
Yet its voice was lost in a bustling crowd.
The star drifted on, past lovers entwined,
Whispered vows and hearts combined,
It felt the pull, a warm, silent tether,
And thought, “Perhaps we are drawn together.”
In midnight hours, it came to know
A poet awake, pen tracing slow
Words of heartbreak, loss, and longing’s ache—
Sorrows that only a heart can take.
And so the star, small yet bold,
Reached toward that poet’s soul.
“Do I, too, have a weight to bear,
Like the grief that fills this empty air?”
It touched the leaves of autumn’s fall,
Watched children grow, watched empires tall
Rise and crumble back to dust,
Dreams of glory gone with rust.
Through fleeting seasons, it sought to see
The reason behind its own journey—
If a star could touch but once and then,
Disappear, would it be again?
The earth held no answer, no binding law,
Yet a truth was felt, deeper than awe:
The weight of a single star was slight,
Yet in every glance, it gave light.
The star rose then, back to sky,
Leaving no trace but a lullaby—
A quiet song of love, loss, and breath,
Of fleeting moments and timeless depth.
And so it shines, not in the dome above
But in whispered hope, in shared love.
For what’s a star, if not a mark
That leaves behind the warmth of spark?
Though brief, its journey was not in vain,
For the weight it bore was soft as rain—
A single star, come and gone,
Leaving the night a touch of dawn.
- Khushi Kaul
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