Imagining me in
the Other World
I am in the
strange word, know not
If the time is ripe or Dictum of His Will
Propitious,
strange experience;
My home, my
private chamber, replete
with books and
leaves falling, powdered
ancient preserves of my clinging to them;
what is happening
to the cow shed, young calf
just born coming round,
mother’s affectionate
touch, in between
chewing the grass ;
century old home
, pillared structure,inmates
moving round each in his or her choosy aura,
now after pursuit of different modes ; why?
Sin and sinning, infighting and thirst after
gold and coin, swallowing one another,
reduction of beings into nothing, nothingness
prevails all
around, making many wonder
at the
nothingness of existence,
only nothing remains , nothing only;
Only Hope
prevails, rebuilding
Our shattered
ruins , gathering like
Sparrows twittering.
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