In the silent night, I saw a falling star

It descended slowly on Earth

As if it were a bird, a sparkling bird with a fiery tail

As if it were a messenger from the Heavens, a glowing one!

A falling star

A show of the mystery of our being

A falling star

A proof of how vast and diverse is our existence

Why

If I could, I would have flown in the night sky

If I could, I would have helped the star rise back up

Back up to where it was

Back up to those lands talked about in those books so holy!

I would have flown and seen for myself

The beauty of that known as the exquisite eternity!

The star fell and fell, until it disintegrated

And watching it, my tears started to fall

Beings we are, blinded by our lives,

Blinded to the extent of believing that this world is the center point of life

Blinded to the extent of falling for the many traps laid down for us

Why,

Blinded to the extent of lamenting at the sight of death!

The shooting star, I wonder, did it rejoice of its being

Did it rejoice of its demise

Was it, like most humans, frustrated at being?

Was it, like most humans, fed up with its duty?

Pray

In the silent night, I stretched back on the cold grass

I stared up at the skies and I let go of all my apprehensions

Life is such

We are all to accept it

We are all to love it

Only then, shall it love us back!