Poem - The birth of a star
Surrounded with dust and cloud,
Thunders yelling out loud,
Creator's thought does not seem clear,
Place of peace is taken by fear.
Light flickering bright and dim,
Burning inside and cold on rim,
The universe forgets its gait,
Twisted turn takes its fate.
Mist dies out into burning sparks,
Lights are set free to efface the darks,
Mesmerising events happening not so far,
Out of primordial chaos is born a star.
- N K Sran
Thunders yelling out loud,
Creator's thought does not seem clear,
Place of peace is taken by fear.
Light flickering bright and dim,
Burning inside and cold on rim,
The universe forgets its gait,
Twisted turn takes its fate.
Mist dies out into burning sparks,
Lights are set free to efface the darks,
Mesmerising events happening not so far,
Out of primordial chaos is born a star.
- N K Sran
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