By Shanmukha Vitta
The stars would be really proud,
if they could see what their remnants became—
a spark,
a light,
a being so extraordinary
that even the cosmos would pause.
Those ancient atoms
wove themselves into you,
crafted that curve of your smile,
the depth in your eyes,
the warmth in your voice,
that feels like home.
You are a reminder
that even in their collapse,
stars find a way to shine again—
through you,
in you.
If they could speak,
they’d whisper their gratitude
to having been a part of something
so infinitely beautiful.
The universe built you
from the dust of its dreams,
and every night
the stars look down,
proud to know
that their endings
created your beginning.
By Shanmukha Vitta
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