A Realm Bête Noire
Rapturous youth and tranquil prime,
Withered with a weird dream.
I was compelled to enter a realm bete-noire,
That of Stephen Hawking, O dear!
Despite the 'black hole' studs,
Our realm 'emits' a glorious radiance.
Copyright © Dr.Hemant Vinze | Year Posted 2005
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