A Child’s Curiosity

by Venkat

As a drop of sharp stone
By gravity’s humble weight
On one stolid mirror
Gives birth to a thousand
Glistening mirrors
Each echoing its scream
Ringing sounds
In the same rhythms
Of it’s mother’s soul

Curiosity of a child
A delicate mirror
Floating on strands
Of a universe strung
By creative eyes
Holding the weight
Of a thousand Jupiters
Now brown, now orange
Made firm by a weaving
From propagating questions

Not answers

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