Books Of The Universe - Poem by Vera Sidhwa
The emperor stood in front,
Of his books,
In the library of his universe.
His ego huge from reading much.
These books varied as such.
The emperor's face immersed,
In pages upon pages,
Written by sages and sages.
The emperor thought himself,
Above it, even above the universe.
He decided to the universe curse,
Using his 'knowledge.'
But just as he tried,
The universe died,
And the emperor died with it.
And the universal destruction,
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