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.