The Hub

[pavalamani pragasam]

Our cosmos

A second home the Hub is for many
For wholesome action and recreation
Abounds in heartaches and headaches
Of personal nature and global stature
Tart responses creative and destructive
Flying across each and every section
The constant buzz alike in a beehive
With honey, sting, nonstop work et al
Nectar garnered from flowers afar
Saved, processed, stored for progeny
The discerning lot trudging quietly
Mindless of mayhem, din and chaos
In an Eden amidst Pandemonium
Peace for mature, cultured minds
Oblivious of bristles and thistles
Cropping up and are weeded fast
Sparks fly in the planetary trail
Stars prevail steadily in their place
While meteors shortly blaze away
A milky galaxy without par ever
Albeit threats of clashes and crashes
Find perfect order in our cosmos