The sky is full of scattered lights,
Sprayed with dusty twinkling stars,
Seems to have never been wiped in years,
Constant cyclic and elliptical drones.

Just light years apart, the neighbors are found,
Rhythmic motion, they abide the rules,
Cosmic rays visit every other depth and pinnacle,
To look for the Dumpster big enough to dispose.

One of them is getting weak, letting the spies to arrive,
In magnificent style to their window and door less home,
Where they have messed up with every other five giants,
To make a home, made of plastic nuts and screws.

Shall we have the referendum whether to do it or not,
Shall we form the company to float in the internet,
Shall we have the talk in a very monotonous tone,
How to manipulate the cosmic power to be our slaves.

veeraiyah subbulakshmi

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