Black Hole

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It’s a sun,

And not a fly

Yet it’s trapped in the web

Of a super massive spider

While being slowly eaten

It struggles to survive

Streams of stellar debris

Come out like sighs

Death spares none

You may be a star

Or a fly

 

Posted for Poetry Pantry @ PoetsUnited

River

candlelit leaf boat courtesy google image

Haridwar

A piece of heaven on earth

Made holy by a few drops of Amrita*

Here flows the Ganga

The Goddess in Her river form

Giving Moksha** She washes the sin of her children

Who take a dip in her bosom

Pilgrims in millions stream there

For a touch of the Ganga

I was once among the millions

When the setting sun tinged Her body ochre

Like everyone I sailed my candlelit leaf boat

Carrying a pilgrim’s wish

Pinned with a dream was your name

A year after, to me, you came

 My child, you made this life a dream

 

*The elixir of immortality. In Hindu Mythology once the gods and demons churned the ocean. The process released many things. Amrita was one of them.

 

**Freedom from the cycle of death and birth

 

 

Posted for Poets United Midweek Motif ~ River