By Ananya Tiwari
endless photons make a single ray;
but ray’s blindness hides their way
we see a selfish beam unaware of them
who they held altogether now teared-up;
when people exclaimed how enchanting it looked
in the slit lamp
the light grew ignorant and let slip its aim;
mocked every entity in darkness and grew lame
went dwindling to a peculiar realm all blacked;
cried she when thought of her folly
and the path she solemnly lacked
her radiance abandoned her for eons for grin;
now beseeched their souls to forgive her sin
too late to perform penance, grew short;
looked behind only to twitch as blackness shot
and lost her chance to gleam again
By Ananya Tiwari
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