Comments about Apoorva Raghunandan
A Wonderful Subtlety
Souls come and go,
like objects called mine and thine.
What persists here?
Microbes or galaxies?
All have to humbly
accept this periodic play
of creation and annihilation,
an ever persistent cycle.
Times million I wonder,
how and why things are as they are?
Very often about all these I ponder
and the illumination of reality stands far.
So many lovely ones,
some treasures of knowledge,
storms of bravery and some pools of compassion,
none virtue can be shun.
They all arrive and gracefully depart.
But why am I here? ...