Sunday, 19 October 2014

Consolation- A poem

Don’t cry!
Trash human endeavor,
Shadows chased 
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But sever.

Own self He devours,
Dying again and again
In cosmic bargain.

The purpose dissolves,
What remains,
Will it be?
And what does not remain, 
Will it not be ?

The tempest 
Of spring season, 
Is lasting elasticity, 
the sole reason?

What provoketh thee,
Or thy pursuits?

I unto all,
A passeth show.
All unto me,
The palaver of the flow.

Whatever is born,
Is it shorn?

Is the crumbling credibility,
A vital plumage
Of the the reality?