Matrix Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Thin slicing lines
The thread of fortune
Cutting yet allowing
The crossing
On pinheads and invisible
The pins fixed eternally

The matrix of life
From its first appearance
Fluid
Clinched fist entrapped
In the membranes
Flow with a gush of waters
Towards its first cry

Breathing to survive
And preparing for the strings
On pinheads
To be sliced
With a hope to cross over

From one matrix
To another
Unfolds the mystery
Matrix after matrix
With the same clinched fist
Tight lips and holding its breath

No room to cry this time
For the final exit shall not allow
An escape
The divine intelligence
Has devised
For the matrix of life
Slicing strings
Invisible