A handsome armed gallant and his honey-tongue sweetheart
Sitting under shadow of a blooming ‘kurubak Tree'
On the bank of a brook flowing
in the forest of 'Banirnachandarhhi'
Immersed in amorous talk.
Kurubak leaves dancing
Kurubak flowers dropping
Rain-moistened wind blowing in joy
The ‘Kurubak Tree-man is a evesdropper.
Likes to pay heed to talking of others.
His leaves erected in excitement,
Buds stop blooming...
As he noticed a black-hole in the amorous talking of the pair
Sitting under his shadow.
He recalled the ‘Big-bang Theory' of Stephen Hawking
Recalled ‘A brief History of Time.
The black hole?
Oh! how condensed!
Light could not coming out
Within a fraction of a second assimilates everything,
The universe, the space, the speed, the time
Even love!
But the ‘Kurubak Tree-man hopeful as
Stephen Hawking finally published a solution
to the black hole information paradox …..
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