I think,
Does not believe
In miracles
Nor in fixed
Natural and universal laws
The reason is inherent
Enough in its own
Definition
Nature and name
But what about the dragon
Sun who rises
And sets red daily…
The demon moon
Who appears in two
Phases or fort nights
Dark for the foxy stars
Who play dubious game hiding
And for lovers too
to make the magic what they do
Behind the curtain
In the cloudy blues?
When you and I
Stare like a stoic
But fatalist gets
All the meaning
Out of ugliness
And ill-logic
Light moon is for
The damn fool
They do nothing
Just hive praise
This the routine
Works of them
Rising shinning
Setting all are natural phenomena
But what about you and me
The poems you like
I do not like
Which are based
On love and only telling lies
And you do not like mine
The brain child of my mind
Yet
You are attracted by me
And slowly I fall in love with
You
Is it not a wonder
A miracle happened
Silently?