Those having glimpse of galaxies
Are ebullient with the eyes smitten.
Those walked amid the stardom
Were competent to withstand the rays
Under the shed of enlightenment azure.
They are within our finger counts for remembrance
And rest are refusing to acknowledge the noon
On fear of loosing the means for journey towards heaven,
Are born deficient with clouds contesting unsubstantial
To drape their lids at earliest before the eyes open.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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