Underneath the stars, amidst the dust storms.
A void of space and vacuum,
In the great expanse,
Like a swarm of fire-flies,
The lotus bloomed.
Where did the seeds come from?
With the sweat, blood, and toil.
In the stillness of the space and time,
The minds kept on going.
The lotus bloomed.
A cosmic mystery?
When a civilisation crumbled;
Another rose, humanity survived.
Against all the adversities,
The lotus bloomed.
A plan was already in place;
Using mathematics, calculations were made.
A new seat of power was created.
After all the suspense, events unfolded.
The lotus bloomed.
But can everything be predicted?
Can the future be decided?
Some were flawed, most of them were right.
As the soothsayer once predicted,
Like a wildflower, the lotus still bloomed.
Sweta
Stumbled Thoughts 