Every Child is a Star
Every child is a star
Created in their own galaxy
A world where they are rulers
No one crosses their margin with a ruler
Beyond the four edges of that chalk room
They create their four edges
And add an edge to it
That edge makes them special
Beyond that class theatre
After being held bound in a womb theatre
Stars have got different edges
Pointing at different directions
Shining with different perceptions
Placed at different positions
The galaxy is the biggest field
The theater where stars are formed
With no edges as a form
Try not to fix a cube in round holes
It knows no progress
The child’s world, his galaxy
Poor little child
Who is caged in a tide,
Nothing is done right
Even when they try to shine to their right
If only that child can scream in its height
Then the tiny little voice will say,
Give me my right
For every star has the right to shine
And every child is a star
I am a star
Whose edges are bent to a direction tar
Like an ant whose limbs are cut
A bird whose wings are plucked out
Place me on a pen and a broad sheet
Give me a chance to write my star
And colour my shines
my galaxy is going dark
let me lighten my world
I need to shine to the world
The cry of every child
Every child is a star
Exalting Poetry
Give every child the chance
to express him/her self
And colour their shines
Let your child be his star
Let your child be her star
By Assumpta Kelvin
Creative Writer | Editor | Author
Nice!
I am a star
Yⲟuu realize what Pastor Johansson advised us oⲟn Sunday is tһat God actually likes worship.
Daddy added.