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12:00 AM, May 19, 2018 / LAST MODIFIED: 12:00 AM, May 19, 2018



A perfect luminous ball with deep, wide craters and spots, like freckles-

a round, floating rock island of infinite faces.

In the midst of a pitch black labyrinth, lies an aperture.

Over the faint silhouettes of the silent trees,

on top of a wavy field of vapours and gases,

ominous arrows of light, shot from the invisible fortress, are reflected.

Stained light, veiled in a golden hue,

chases out the winding claws of gloom, like mice.

The bright, ominous missiles of light

penetrate through the bubbly and bouncy dome-shaped pitch- black wall.

The wall, the faint silhouettes of the forgotten trees,

the slumbering oceans, the sparrow in mid air, all awaken,

in the span of an eye blink; the floating, vaporous waves come alight;

the sky paints itself into a rainbow.

The gaseous waves dance with the illuminating arrows,

even before a drop descends from the immortal waterfall,

the oceans freeze, the sparrow dives into a see-saw of blindness and sight,

flowers bloom, only to wither away, the insects halt the beating of wings.

Morning dew, on newly grown grass, turns into frost,

revealing a smooth, polished emerald field of marble.

The heavenly lanterns come out to sing, at last.

Under the new stream of golden rays, heavy leaves turn transparent,

the dim aquarium of mist is flooded with golden light,

trees shed away their blankets of darkness,

the blissful gardens and mole-hills fall into a trance.

Cool winds play with the brown crowns of the trees,

shrubs fly away with the rock hard breeze,

the leaves flutter away in flocks, travelling the translucent, magical carpet: the wind.

However, the lights stop, the dome turns ash, the falling leaves levitate in the air,

boulders of gas and fire block the gliding stream of rays,

Ignorance shrouds and devours the revolving dome; none of its inhabitants are spared.

Cobblestones of clouds filter the wild light of the swirling constellations.

Shades of orange litter the horizon of the dome. The giant has awakened.

Melodies of sweet chirps erupt from the forests,

waves of biting wind, swarm over the wandering vessels,

thick curtains of water enwrap the arching trees.

Small torrents of colour flow up the dome walls,

an azure shade coats the dome, insects scurry out of their burrows,

trees wake up out of their shadows, dew trickles down the silky petals,

birds soar through the thick cottony waves, basking under the eyes of the giant.

Bathing their claws in puddles of seclusion.

Aryan Shafat is a student of Scholastica School, Dhaka

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