Written By Aarushi Mahesh (Grade 8)


The bright dots upon endless skies,
I look up; a world full of lies;

The dark blanket with lights galore,
I look up; a world, certainly not a bore,

All vanished, all gone,
At the sight of 1900s dawn,

It all disappeared with one little click,
The sound of a circuit switch being flicked,

Bulbs blazed around the world,
The constellations throwback, whirled,

A little marble stranded in space,
Desires to show we are large, thus the light bulbs embrace,

Man-made and natural, two completely different words, 
One sharp and one blurred, which one do you prefer.


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