The streets were bathed in silver moonlight,
The snow all around sparkled like a mirror clear and bright.
The cemetery was decently covered in a sheet all white,
As flake after flake descended from heaven’s eternal light.
And there by the grave one could hear a child weeping,
An orphan she was unaware that she was in the lord’s keeping.
The cold had made her little fingers go numb,
However to a life of lonliness she did not succumb.
Someone had once told her that when people die,
They reach heaven and become stars, shining in the endless sky.
Just then she saw a streak of light so bright,
A falling star it was , a beautiful blazing sight.
And when the blinding flash faded away with a mystical touch,
She felt as if she was holding the hands of her parents whom she had missed so much.
And there she could see the snow covered earth shining in all its glory,
And before she could tell she too had joined the cluster of stars, long gone was her mortal story.
The next day people found her body, half buried in snow,
So peaceful was her death no one would ever come to know……
BY - Pallavi Kishore