It doesn't mean
All ending ends the entity
It doesn't also mean
All beginning begins for ever
A middle line always active
To magistrate all its farce and fouls
Ending not ever means infinite
As beginning
And considering power and pose
Once when pinned the hole
The time indeed tools it radically
To define strange and mystery
Like a bun to a hungry child
Nothing more its clarity defined yet
So come and quick clear your passage
Enter and exit both quiet reciprocate
To dictate a bond actually a lie
Written with a white thread not seen
Simply felt by purpose to be filled
Through passion
And that doesn't mean equal to entity
Pranab k c
25/10/2024
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