By Muthulakshmi Bharathi.V
A tiny garland falls from Demi-heaven
No motion of the soul, but the engine of greed.
Alienated atoms build a lab of thoughts
In chewed heat, popped-up fleshes started their rhymes.
A magic spell from the brilliance; craft the days
New joined Spirits Jump into a pool of hormones.
Beats of water and fire; other elements
Write a note on the tragic pattern.
Unborn wishes lay their seed on walking drama
Kick for the gold, at least you land on the silver.
Hunt the melted history! There is the lost dream
The Play of the Planet on the big bang pitch.
By Muthulakshmi Bharathi.V
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