I wander in to the mystic night
Full of moist air and scents floating
From the sleeping plants and and flowers
looking in to the dazzling starlit sky
I wonder who is the creator of all this
Is it still possible to believe that there is
No God and all this has come in to cosmos
Not by design but only by accident and chance?
Pleadings of a love smitten youth
Small wonders of life
The raging fire in the conscious/subconscious to write
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