Growth, equilibrium, decline
And dissolution are a cycle
That neither stops nor starts
But runs from multi facetted force,
A force that manifests in the animate
As well as the inanimate,
Contemplating no returns,
Granting no boons, nor burns.
If it be God, can He be pleased?
21.07.2003
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