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An Angelic Star

On March 28, seven decades ago
Pre-eminent Lord with His pious hands
plucked an angelic, the purest, the brightest star from His supreme galaxy which had long adorned the crest of paradise and made him go.
Made His angelic star go and glow the earthly abode of a saintly couple.
Years rushed by and in that abode the heavenly star with his aura created his own galaxy.
Little did the angelic star realise that he was the sole reason of bringing smiles on the countenances of his companion and four little twinkling stars of his own galaxy.
Tornadoes, hurricanes, earthquakes,famines or draughts of this myriad, evitable world he always bore on his back shielding his little ones.
All hot gusts  bound towards his home
The heavenly  star would bore quietly
everytime loosing a little lustre.
Always aspiring to make sure that his four stars would enjoy the bliss of cool breeze.
The angelic star would superficially bloom
constantly while subjected to the greed, jealousy, heartlessness,cruelty and pretence and would inwardly gloom.
While sucking life's lustre from the angelic star all his four crystal balls grew rosier and brighter.
Oblivious to the fact that only companion of the God's star was comprehending that he was gradually turning pale, his sap was drying drop by drop.
The Pre-eminent might have realized two decades ago that His Angel, His innocent star had already borne more than what was his share.
Therefore, He pulled the invisible string of His making which made the Angelic star move.
Shocked, bewildered,shattered and broken,
Four stars grown mature in an instant that day felt cheated.
They cursed the Almighty for a while
gathering  pieces of their hearts moved on the lit trail left by the departed Angelic Star.
The angelic star who now shines in the Heaven....
I doubt doesn't even realise that his traces, his four shadows round the clock for him pine since long and long.


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  1. LakshitaMarch 28, 2021 at 11:00 AM

    Very deep.. A superhero never dies

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  2. UnknownMarch 28, 2021 at 11:11 AM

    Woow ma'am , 🌸
    Loved it .
    The tale of the star is so touching and dazzling 💫 at the same time .

    No words for the metaphor , its simply stunning.
    Somewhere in heaven , your father is smiling down at his blissful four little stars .🌟

    Regards 🙏

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  3. UnknownMarch 28, 2021 at 5:17 PM

    Touched

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  4. SavinderMarch 28, 2021 at 8:27 PM

    Truly described the important role of father. It reminded me of my father . Feelings ,respect and gratitude for a father have been penned in superb way.

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  5. Nidhi mehtaMarch 29, 2021 at 4:13 AM

    Very nice maam

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  6. UnknownMarch 30, 2021 at 12:22 AM

    Amazing !!! Keep it up 😎

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