The beauty of the sun inherits the ugliness of the world below; what a powerful statement! Rather than the order, the harmony of the heavens, the motion of the moon is as if it is “falling on so many stars”! wow! Rifles, and bombs, a bleak panorama—it weighs heavily upon the spirit that desires to be free. This is a remarkable poem, Satish. - oxygon
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