Rays of light;

Shooting from the sun,
one’s that miss the earth,
hurtling through space,
unaware of their own luminance;

What sights do they see?
if they see at all.
The place of their birth,
growing ever so small.

Can they see the earth?
when they pass us by,
the rain, the fall,
and the wide blue sky.

Or do they notice the genocide?
the desolation of their kind,
for in their scattering corpses,
they illuminate the illuminated.

Rays of light.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar