• aparnajuhi 5w

    A dark poetry

    And a time comes, when the dark
    Which frightened the mind
    Now soothes the soul
    And the ray
    which warms the soul
    Now irritates the eye
    Something has been broken
    Something has died
    And I can't figure what
    The black hole gets bigger
    With no chance of escape
    The more I wriggle
    the more gravity pulls
    The more I shout
    the more it echoes
    And slowly everything vanishes and collapses
    Reminding that every 'blackhole' was once a 'star'!
    ©aparnajuhi