The Thief

She emerged from nothingness

Not a soul knew of her

But she had lofty dreams

And the need to get noticed 

She hobnobbed with the famous

But how long could she shine on borrowed feathers?

She needed her own radiance; her own glamor quotient

So, she clandestinely began to steal what was another's

Nonchalantly, at first

But once people noticed her, she didn't care where the shine came from

In the day she hid for the fear of being found out

She shone the brightest in the nebulous dark

The eyes of the universe upon her

When the cosmic media pointed fingers at her

She would shy away and hide till no one saw her

And then re-emerge when the buzz had died down

She had the big blue orb's blessings

          But to this day, the sun still feels cheated    

                                                   They say he spews fire in anger at her mention                                                

   

  "Thief!", he shrieks, "you stole my sparkle!"

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