Continuous Lock

The lock is continuous in the stay on Earth,
It looks like a foregone conclusion, of meat and fibre.
The locks of a goal are strewn about in random fashion,
Untie the knots to enter no region of despair,
Like the animal of the west and east which
Lives among the fresh vegetables and canned food.

This look of disgrace and hunger is afoot,
Locking the movement of a thousand years
Uplifts the lightning crash, the eager goal
Is to be reached with finality.

The lock of a lion and lioness is tremendous,
Strong men and women gloat over each other's death,
Locks are broken when put in place,
Liking the sudden danger, as if the roaring lion.

Look at lives stroking the brush of brethren,
To look at this beauty seems a lie,
To see the awkward puzzle is a mysterious sign,
Of which the commandments have designed.

Saturday, August 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: longing
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Gajanan Mishra 02 August 2014

mysterious sign, I like it, thanks.

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