No planet is as magical as our earth,
Only world known for its harbor life.
O, sunlight! The most precious gold,
To be found on the planet earth.
Being stars too hot to support life,
So, wherever life might exist in the universe,
It has to be on the planets or moon,
That is warmed but not incinerated,
By the stars, they travel around.
The universe, an eternal body
Galaxy, in its eternal beauty
Sun, smoking out its duty
Stars, everywhere
Planets, purposely in their place
Gradually and elegantly moving
Yet, the earth solely worth living.

Sunrise, chanting a good morning every day
and a sunset, ending to
our eyes wide open,
To witness the brightness,
and shut them to discern the unlit.
One has no control over,
How their life turns out to be in the end,
But what matters the most is,
all things have an ending.
Every dim story might have a bright ending.
Every despair might wake you up to a new hope.
Every ancient return to modern
And every soul is all set to die one day,
Buried in the earth.
The journey of the sun
and the moon is predictable.
But one’s story on the planet earth,
is the ultimate "Art of living."


© Thirumala Reddy