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KarlaSM
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The absurd fall of the mother
Vast was her love and her kindness
Entwined to the father she shined
One day two nagas came to speak
Of her motherly essence and such
For they often came and left
To drink of that nectar and give in return
Uranian mindset took over
A turn and twist was imagined
Thus composition was modified
Of that lady of stars and night mantle
Games of photons and atoms
Leading to greatest disaster
Experiments on trials and errors
So is the nature of science
Poor father was left to his luck
For mother was turned into dragon
Fury and sparks consumed her soul
Flames of hell everywhere
Resentment in eyes of the naga
Grew wider and wider and wider
Father then morphed into lightning
Turning spheres of life into tombs
Irony there is in the story
For energy turns into a cycle
One that spins like a circle
Like serpent that bits its own tail
Sorry she felt for her children
Who witness such humongous disaster
That is precisely what happens
When parents mess up with their toys
Children then learn from such patterns
Only the miracle of circle
Can clean the stains and the shards
For the inconvenience Creation is sorry
But laughing behind it speaks
Of the silliest game ever played
Image taken from: https://www.businessblogshub.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/house_insurance.jpg
Vast was her love and her kindness
Entwined to the father she shined
One day two nagas came to speak
Of her motherly essence and such
For they often came and left
To drink of that nectar and give in return
Uranian mindset took over
A turn and twist was imagined
Thus composition was modified
Of that lady of stars and night mantle
Games of photons and atoms
Leading to greatest disaster
Experiments on trials and errors
So is the nature of science
Poor father was left to his luck
For mother was turned into dragon
Fury and sparks consumed her soul
Flames of hell everywhere
Resentment in eyes of the naga
Grew wider and wider and wider
Father then morphed into lightning
Turning spheres of life into tombs
Irony there is in the story
For energy turns into a cycle
One that spins like a circle
Like serpent that bits its own tail
Sorry she felt for her children
Who witness such humongous disaster
That is precisely what happens
When parents mess up with their toys
Children then learn from such patterns
Only the miracle of circle
Can clean the stains and the shards
For the inconvenience Creation is sorry
But laughing behind it speaks
Of the silliest game ever played
Image taken from: https://www.businessblogshub.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/06/house_insurance.jpg
