In a Rarest of Rare Meeting,
When the Sun had Descended on Earth,
He had Confided to a Mirror,
Come what may,
My Rays on you shall Never Cease to Flow...
You Shall Ever be Radiant in My Glow!
Soon,
The Sun resumed His Permanent Place,
The world still remained Illumined,
With Bountiful Grace of Sun Rays!
The mirror now faced with a Lamp,
Flameful yet Flickering, Bright yet Brittle.
Lost he was, wondering to find ways,
To cope with this faint flaunt,
of Limited Lamp Rays!
For reflection was his Demeanor,
But Selection of the Right Light, His Pristine Nature!
The Sun Smiled From Far, And from the Mirror,
For He Continued to Shone from the Inner Corner
The Lamp reminded,
The Mirror reminisced...
The Sun Rays are Ever Present
On us, With us, In us,
Around us, Above us, Below us!
Let's not be perturbed,
For our candescence,
Is being cared by,
The Ultimate Luminisence!
Let's Be a Medium of Reflection,
The Source will be Taken Care of,
Was the Sturdy Realization!
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