A falling star winked down on me
with a promise of a wish.
I wished it landed
to that place in the sky
where a pale star waited collision.
So that the next time I spot them while stargazing,
I'd narrate a story about
a hopeless colliding with hopeful
and name it 'patience'.-NP
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PoetryBecause this is how it goes: We dont read and write poetry because it's cute; we read and write poetry because we are the members of human race. And the human race is filled with passion, and medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pur...
