It was not the CRY
But the explosion
Which opened the eyes
What need was THERE
To raise the child
In the cosmos whole
The galaxy whirled
Central to axis
At touch of HIS hands
Knew not what mischief
The child did, to unwind
The toys spoiled
All seemed uniform
Until the scattering
Was made invisible
Some with tails
Trailing the azure
And some with holes, Black.
Who soaked the
Many hued pain
Down the unfathomable
Alas!
It was not the cry
But the JOY
Which sprouted from behind
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