Stars
Though mind-bogglingly distant
they are from us,
Yet they reside in the stratosphere
of our minds,
The recesses of our hearts.
Did we not live once on some
star, at some distant time,
As subatomic particles,
Which coalesced to form the
agglomerate called a human being.
These almost-eternal beacons
of light are the soldiers of space,
The source of energy and life
(at least around one star),
The massive ones curve even
light around them.
They change colors and size with
age as if to express their state of mind,
They most often live in large
clans,
And sometimes cannibalize each
other as in some human tribes.
Some of them die a heroic death
with spectacular
outburst,
Passing on to the eerie state
of black-holes,
Others dissolve into the ignominy
of white dwarf-hoods.
Stars are our distant dreams,
Our ancestors,
Our destiny is entwined with
theirs.
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