The stars hanging above on the sky , struggle to survive . Holding the sky , the stars stand still . At the burst of the night , thou dance and chill ; From baby - cradle to tale , are of vagabond stars . Men's birth to earth thou make the life worth ; With twinkling light , colours the night . Brings charm to the tired face and unpolite ; Young eyes of the Heaven desires to see thy beauty in flickering Aurora . Yet not applauded by many , of negative aura ; All day , so long , tired of Hard Times . I know thou striving for Independence . My Friend ! I wish I had been a Transcendence ; A little I can do to boost thy morale , is to make thou immortal . The stars hanging above on the sky , struggle to survive . THE NIGHT STARS #english_poem #twinkling_stars