Ganga Poem by firoz khan
Ganga
and then..
it was dark,
he said word...
then light...
then etc...etc...
now all turned aroud.
will there be words, light or i anymore...
fall has gone,
olive shed,
and the star went for the pilgrimage
towards the black hole...
its too far i said
too near too
we get in but not.
we reach,
but not..
i dream somewhere the way around...
ganga still flows,
may flow for few more years...
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5/3/2024 7:55:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A sensitive poem! Dwells on God and science both at once, and hard facts of this cosmos. Lovely write.