Pratyush Mishra

Rookie (19.08.1990 / Bhubaneswar, Odisha)

A Conversation With 'I'-Part (V) - Poem by Pratyush Mishra

Wood water fire sky
From these rises a forest
From the forest- a flock of birds
That fly
High…high…Heaven high!

In the quiet forest
Rapidly a brook flows by
Near a lonely shrine of God
With a lonely priest
Entranced in the study of the Divine
From the shrine prayers of devotees fly
Up…above…Heaven high!

Stars in the sky
Sparkling now and then
Speaking of a distant past
A blast long ago that did happen
A story unfolding
With one everlasting Sigh!

On a big Blue world
In an obscure star system
In an obscure galaxy
An obscure poet questions
Life is stardust!
Simple transformation of energy!
He ponders as his thoughts fly
High…High…Heaven high!
4th January,2009

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 13, 2010

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