Is there electricity failure ?

Sitting with her
Adoring the stars
She raised her tiny finger to the sky
Point to one twinkling in the west
"Mumma, does that star has name like me?
It's so bright
It's just like the one in my drawing book
Small but bright."

She had no good answer to it
Besides smiling and saying
"Yeah it does have a name but will ask her mom
Just like you did ask Anne about her's."
And thought clouds passed her
He too was lost star
Whom she was curious about
But just as she was unaware of answer to her daughter question
May be universe was unaware of the lost star
Or may be she wasn't sure with her question
It's true your parts are lost in the universe
And she found the one
Sitting right besides her
Settling her life long raised questions

"Mumma, that star is not there.
Where did it go?
Will the moon find him?
Is there electricity failure?"
Laughing to which she had said
"They slept."
And she said alot many things to herself.
'May be the star has left, left forever.
To find his way back to light
Until then the moon is just helping the others to shine, to hold on to hopes.
May be the star has left for others to be found.

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