An Ode to Stephan Hawking..
He might have appeared,
As the Galilei,
As the Einstein,
In the past...
Today,
I see him as the strongest Stephen,
The Stephen,
Though lame,
Had never blame,
Lighten the flame,
Of the beautiful game.
The game of stars,
Stars and galaxies,
Black hole and asteroids,
Gave the world,
The Big Bang Theory,
With the silver lights of the moon...
He asked Mary,
Why the universe exist?
Mary answered,
"You are the universe."
His soul touched,
Touched the tranquility,
And impinged the soul of the
blue infinity...
Be Curious.
@ Ami J
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem