I Picked Up A Star

On my travels up above,
I picked up a star,
Wrestled it from its place,
And dragged it down below.
It's one thing to watch stars above,
It's another to hold them in hand.
For they burn like Sulphur;
And are big like mountains!
Day and night I gave my all,
But it was never to be,
Until I let go –
And I was left below
Hence, I learnt it all,
It's only a star if it's far!