Magic

I looked at the distant galaxies, I looked at the distant suns and the stars, I looked at my own sun and its planets, I looked at this wonderful earth, I looked at the birds and the beasts, I looked at the greenery and colourful flowers, I looked at the mountains and the rivers, I looked at the fields and the forests, Everywhere I looked for a magic. The world is either an accident or a product loss! Nowhere I found it! Perhaps it's in me, I lit the bulb of my bed room, stood before a mirror, I couldn't trace any magic in me. She awoke, "What are doing there in these odd hours? I am here." The dawn came with the same universe. There was a magic of pinkness in it, all that appeared a failed attempt of magic to me, hypnotised me and made me ecstatic in love of the magician.