Call me the Sky

They call me a star, and

I question which one am I
Just be a little precise
For many are in the sky.

Am I the one that eternally
Shines on the pole
Or the one invisible
And is called a black hole?

Whichever that may be,
A star it shall remain
One out of myriad
Myriad of the same.

If I am too one of them
Where is my identity?
So a star is what
I would never want to be.

So call me by a word
That shows that I am me
Not just any other piece
But a special part of thee.

A word that is beyond all barriers
And tells all what am I
Call me the moon, call me the sun,
Or call me the sky.

Be yourself, be unique

Love always!
Sonam B Saluja