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Prathyusha Madhu
Grade XII GPS(I)
Stars are just dying suns in tangled galaxies,
life dripping down their surface,
With an ocean heart that softly crashes
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bringing comets and wishing-stars safely to the
surface of the void so it’s not e m p t y as it
seems to be
Their roots have songs that glow with magic and
braid the solar system together one planet after
another, they echo through space and settle in
little crevices like specks of dust that float in the
air, flickering because with every breath they
take, they shoot out fire
(fire that once illuminated the world)
Suryagayatri
IX B
It brings rest to the weary,
Cheer to the glum
Sunshine to the sad,
In a palace or a slum.
You can’t beg, borrow or steal it,
Nor buy it, whatever you pay.
For it has no value at all,
Unless it’s given away.
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