On seeing a shooting star,
A soldier in the war,
Wished for nothing but peace,
And back to his family he wanted to reach.
On seeing a shooting star,
An isolated person in the dinar,
Wished for his wife to come back home,
Otherwise he would remain forever alone.
On seeing a shooting star,
The child gazing at the moon afar,
Wished for nothing but his mother’s good health,
As she was his only wealth.
On seeing a shooting star,
And her husband lighting a cigar,
The wife wished for him to stop,
Otherwise his term of life would drop.
On seeing a shooting star,
And a mother with her child in the bazaar,
The lonely kid sitting across the road,
Wished nothing but for a comfortable home.
On seeing a shooting star,
We may sometimes wish for things which are bizarre,
And hope and wait for these to come true,
So that we can start afresh and anew.
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