Oh, Vishvakarma!
A new, shining universe
I see in your eyes.
Genesis machine,
Cleverly disguised, a ring,
Upon which cogs spin.
Tick-tock creation,
Set like a gem within me,
Pulsing, so softly.
Success, engineer,
By perpetual motion,
Fully engaged.
Measurer of stars;
Find the distance between us,
Softly, sweetly, closed.