Two stars,
light-years apart,
glimmer and glance
at each other to ask
some eternal questions:
why they exist ,
why they met,
and why they are apart.
Humans, the God of logic,
told them the story of accumulation
of gas clouds of dense concentration
ultimately creating and rearing them.
Happy to know this,
now they ask
why they are close
yet miles apart.
Humans, the God of rationality,
bashed them at their stupid question:
in an ocean of billion stars,
lots of stars are near or far.
Sad to know this,
now they ask
when will they meet
as they seem
to like each other.
Humans, the God of predictability,
told them that after millions of years,
gravity will bring them closer and closer
until they clash, mash, and perish together.
Dancing in this hope,
they relish this moment
of glancing at each other
knowing their destiny.
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