After Guardian's 'because
Radhamani sarma
Still and because...
Still in the wounded heart like a container
sift and flow like flow rhymes permeate,
because of steady stubborn crow in the cawing morn;
reminder of ancestral voice descent soon.
grass bent and trampled stay safe
in the mounds of stones and dry soil,
because of some wet flowing from Heaven's bounty,
from Time's creation, His will and Design
not to be thwarted, His ruling wand from Above,
yet marching battalions surge to bypass;
because of His Unique Table where calculations
cannot go amiss and will not so.
Salmon and crab swim and play
by splashes and waft of boats and waves,
because of inherent thrill and life
ordained by Workman on this rim less shore.
Moon still shines on this tedium
in the negation, life's last baggage,
until a will to surrender to HIS WILL
beckons to my coinage counting still.
still praise be to this world, rearing so far,
still kudos to this soil nurturing our keel,
because everything is tune with set pattern
inviolable in this still wounding world.
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