The Ultimate Plan - Poem by Mohit Misra
The ultimate plan,
I just dont understand.
We are all somehow put together,
Particles of dust, water, vacum and ether.
That bulb in the sky is termed a star,
Seems so close but alas is so far.
The moth dangling on the ceiling,
I wonder what she is feeling.
Trillions and trillions of pieces perfectly in place,
Which includes the human race.
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