The sky is full of scattered lights, <br />Sprayed with dusty twinkling stars, <br />Seems to have never been wiped in years, <br />Constant cyclic and elliptical drones. <br /> <br />Just light years apart, the neighbors are found, <br />Rhythmic motion, they abide the rules, <br />Cosmic rays visit every other depth and pinnacle, <br />To look for the Dumpster big enough to dispose. <br /> <br />One of them is getting weak, letting the spies to arrive, <br />In magnificent style to their window and door less home, <br />Where they have messed up with every other five giants, <br />To make a home, made of plastic nuts and screws. <br /> <br />Shall we have the referendum whether to do it or not, <br />Shall we form the company to float in the internet, <br />Shall we have the talk in a very monotonous tone, <br />How to manipulate the cosmic power to be our slaves.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-natural-disaster/
