out of black holes, crept nascent stars,

not so far from the planet, Mars;

fragile, their bodies seemed,

gleefully, their mien beamed,

charring away our scarlet scars.



Love (Adapted)

consumed by pride, envy and scorn,

The feeble veil of my heart is torn,

one which no golden needle and silver thread can mend,

one which only the agape love from persons can tend,

salving all wounds from dusk till dawn.


Cheemnonso ✍️