Moon, the leader

I lay on my back,
On the terrace of my house,
Looked into the starry sky,
And saw the only beauty there.
It's weird that amidst all the glamour,
Only one face is bright,
No shimmer. No shine.
But so very bright.

That is the connect,
Of the sky and our lives,
All of us glitter,
But not all of us are gold.
Amidst us, stands one bold,
Upholding virtue and the wisdom,
Showing the way, like a guiding light.

We bow down to him,
Bend to touch his feet,
Sometimes are jealous,
Sometimes are proud.
One day, the moon will be you,
One day, the world will look up to you,
You just need to believe that,
You are best and the closest.

The wait is long,
And luck is hard,
The bruises are loads,
And the pain is a lot.
But strive, they say,
Strive so hard,
That no one can defeat you,
That no one can deprive you.

Of being the moon,
The best among the crowd.
The most valued,
The crowned.
But forget not,
Once you might also be the star,
In the background,
Just enhancing the beauty of the moon.

Don't lose hope then,
It might have not been your cup of tea,
It was MEANT TO BE,
Not yours.
The moon isn't the only thing,
The stars are also poignant,
Who you are comes from what you do.
So do it right.