Diabolic Designs Poem by Unnikrishnan Sivasankara Menon
Diabolic Designs
When I was a little kid,
The world was round.
It turned elliptical
By the time I turned twenty,
For I developed acute myopia.
Much later, by advance of age
Or by the diabolic designs of the world,
My eyes succumbed to hypermetropia.
Now, I am not quite sure
What shape it really is!
The diabolic designs change the shape, size, history and geography of the world, but the perpetrators and their accomplices will one day be brought to justice. Nothing goes out of radar of the Master Designer, it's only a matter of time.
True! Master Designer has His designs intact. It is we, poor ignoramuses who fail fathom it!
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4/24/2024 3:10:35 PM # 1.0.0.1119
What shape does your imagination wish the world to be? Guess you got to let your heart dream! .. A very interesting write! .. May you find many smiles! .. Thank you for sharing your poetry! .. 5 Stars ++++++..................
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