The Mystery Poem by Parth Parekh

The soul of light, too cannot
Escape the darkness, of this might
No one knows,
Whatsoever, may lie inside.

So mysterious, so unknown,
Moves about in the sky alone.
Engulfing everything in its path,
Keeping no possibilities,
Of the thing to come back.

The soul of light, too cannot
Escape the darkness, of this might
No one knows,
Whatsoever, may lie inside.

The death cry of a star,
Makes up a big hole above.
The thing that goes in,
Never comes out.

With its gravity, so immense,
Looking as a hole, dark and dense.

The soul of light, too cannot
Escape the darkness, of this might
No one knows,
Whatsoever, may lie inside.

Appearing to be a dark ring,
Flies in space without wings.

Mysteries remain mysteries,
Secrets remain secrets,
But for me,
They’ll always be a part of excitement.

The soul of light, too cannot
Escape the darkness, of this might
No one knows,
Whatsoever, may lie inside.

Remaining still as a mystery,
I love them though.
Because mysteries are valued so,
Taking into consideration their secrets alone.

You might have known what I am talking on,
If this mystery has into your heads not yet gone,
I tell you now that it is nothing other than a Black Hole.