Hii this is the poem I wrote today on 17 April 2024 and it goes like
my eyes encapsulate a shattered cosmos.
look profoundly and you shall find bits
of galaxies torn and ripped off,
each carrying love disdain and all the sacred
mansions misunderstood for sacrilege homes.
the tears I birth resemble shooting stars '
each touching the ground only to turn into a sapling of
grieving disdain which will ultimately bury itself back into
the earth it was plucked out from.
and ask me why.
because the fruits of love it was prophesied
to bore were turned into a poisonous weed
by the tainted air around it.
my eyes carry a million untold stories.
look profoundly and you might find a few.