The Flying Lantern

A pink paper shell,
Glowing with a small candle flame.
Ready to impress the dark sky,
It rose as high as it could,
Filled the sky with soothing light,
Wandered there, tried imitating the stars.
Stars, the permanent residents;
Laughed at it and demeaned it ruthlessly,
Crushing all the hopes it had.
Pink turned black,
A little wax was left inside.
Burnt and untended-
It stopped inhaling expectations.
Stars continued twinkling with pride,
The flying lantern eventually gave up on life.

©songbriti

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