Agonies are the alchemists of life’s translation—
they strike the dark ore of existence into light.
When agony meets the immovable weight of the world,
friction ignites—a forge of stars in the black.
And from this crucible, this relentless spark,
the white horse surges—mane of comet-fire,
hooves carving destiny from the raw, trembling earth.
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Mottakeenur Rehman (
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Lovely write, enjoyed the read
Thank you..You always inpire me to write deep..
You are very welcome
I loved this image created in this poem it is indeed poetic and most beautiful. Stars as sparks in the forge of the cosmos. A fave
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