No Sun
When young,
slept below sky,
countless constellations.
Star studded sky filled me with joy!
Now only few stars and moon can be seen.
In future no moon will be seen.
Then sun will disappear!
Oxygen mask!
Street light!
30.03.21
Copyright © Rama Balasubramanian | Year Posted 2021
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