Somewhere out there in the infinite
Depths of outer space,
Where the mysterious dark matters dwell,
Resides the soul of dead men, -
Waiting for eons of time to regenerate.

And perhaps in some distant nebulae
Many, many, light- years away,
Surrounded by cosmic dust and gas,
And translucent heavenly light,
Forms the cradle of soul’s rebirth.
Each shimmering in its own stellar brightness,
Like the new star which takes birth
Out of its mother’s nebulae womb,
Whose lights takes millions of light years
To reach our green planet below.
And the soul in its pure, pristine energy form
Gets transported to earth through
His magical, mystical powers,
To wear its new apparel.

We have evolved from such cosmic dust,
We are made of stellar stuff,
We are the children of light.


(20/04/07)

RAJ NANDY

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