She’s thinking about the stars.
What’s wrong with their fates
That she can’t even draw
A single constellation?
Why do they hide behind the clouds,
When she badly wants
To see them wink at her?
Is she that bad that she has never been granted a wish
When a shooting star falls?
She keeps wondering,
But nothing comes to mind.
No one’s answering her queries,
No one’s bothering to try.
So with a deep sigh, she decided–
“I must seek the answers on my own,
Who cares if I’d get it wrong?”