The Devil... Poem by Vivek Kumar

Sometimes, the days having rough winds...
Devil of Saturn has started to lose his wings...
Down to the earth, seems like a shooting star...
Leaving behind the hopes and sparkles...
The Ring, his heritage, but he came so far...

The very moment, Sun hides all the animate...
Because of hate and fear towards the Comet...
Dark, without galaxies, wonders, ''Where are these..? ''
No more bright stars, the Sky feels so alone...
At the horizon, the Sky cries with a loud moan...

Someone is gazing at Devil, from gloomy Gloom..
Worried Sky turned around, The Ring of infinite room...
Winter is sleeping in the corner of that dried Tree...
No wings full of miracles, so Devil can't be free...
He is at agony, but he will have to learn how to fly...
May be, deep in answers of why, while losing his rings...
Sometimes, the nights having rough winds...
The fallen Devil of Saturn has lost his wings...