THE BALL
There floats a blue ball
In vacuum like a doll,
Surrounded by flickering bulbs
White as innocent lambs.
In various moods it appears,
And down the path it dances.
Blanketed by innumerous guards,
Drifting along against odds.
A source of worship in the past,
In the mind was that cast
A source of anxiety
Among orthodox society.
We pray at random,
Sitting in celestial kingdom.
Others prepare forth
A journey towards north.
When this dream was conqured.
The hearts of few were angered.
Then news that was n a vision
Broke the chord of superstition.
I-ran to save him,
Bur saw him glide into the grave.