Somewhere out there in the infinite <br />Depths of outer space, <br />Where the mysterious dark matters dwell, <br />Resides the soul of dead men, - <br />Waiting for eons of time to regenerate. <br /> <br />And perhaps in some distant nebulae <br />Many, many, light- years away, <br />Surrounded by cosmic dust and gas, <br />And translucent heavenly light, <br />Forms the cradle of soul’s rebirth. <br />Each shimmering in its own stellar brightness, <br />Like the new star which takes birth <br />Out of its mother’s nebulae womb, <br />Whose lights takes millions of light years <br />To reach our green planet below. <br />And the soul in its pure, pristine energy form <br />Gets transported to earth through <br />His magical, mystical powers, <br />To wear its new apparel. <br /> <br />We have evolved from such cosmic dust, <br />We are made of stellar stuff, <br />We are the children of light. <br /> <br /> <br />(20/04/07)<br /><br />RAJ NANDY<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/children-of-light-2/
