Billions jangle, survive, obey
the instructions of a single urge;
Of infinity,
finites which itself
by kraaling simpletons in a common craze,
It lounges to exist forever,
And the night-walkers sleep-walking,
Moving in the shadows
and believing it to be a bright sunny day.
The ever prudent God, the shrewd muleteer!
Measures His fathomless depths
with puppets playing on strings of ecstasy and
tragedy;
The luminary lights a bit of the stage,
Death and darkness but circle around,
where the light of reason and faith
escapes with the escaping soul.
The five senses slipping over the oily scalp;
Tongues turned steely by quoting borrowed words,
Nostrils get clogged with the smell of decay,
Eyes take the last shot of the puzzles around,
Ears drum for the last to the eternity’s beat,
The touch of mystery leaves more clueless,
And all it turns out is a
journey from nowhere to nowhere.
Sheep peeping across the fences barbed,
Hoy! Bleating jargon longing to voice the truth last;
The final mystery meanwhile
buried underwater like the lotus roots,
Above, a water lily blooms under the owl light,
Excitedly flickering to pamper
the Himalayan vanities scattered around.
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