A Piece Of Glass Poem by Sankhajit Bhattacharjee
A Piece Of Glass
I talk to my friends,
gossip with the humming bees,
whisper to the wind driven clouds...
Still I feel restless
as I can hardly find out the cause of my existence!
When I look at a piece of glass,
I can feel my existence,
understand it's root cause-
hence the cause of my journey.
My journey becomes joyful.
That piece of glass is my heaven
as eternity resides with me, yes within myself,
though time and space are eternal.
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4/26/2024 5:49:42 PM # 1.0.0.1119
'When I look at a piece of glass, I can feel my existence, '.. is true. Our reflection gives us the purpose of our existence. Nice poem. Thanks for sharing.