Hollow Sky Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

The circle has no end
The foe has no friend
The sages have no age
The papers have no page

It is endless
Like plain white face
Nothing can be read
As if senseless dead

Who can predict?
Who can act?
Unless asked for to comment
The face area is expressionless and absent

The sky is hollow
It will never allow
Out side objects to enter
And settle in center

Yes there is place for three divine objects
Sun, moon and stars in fact
Many more galaxies may remain unseen
Even though we are very keen

Apparently it is hollow
But vacuums is allowed
Countless stars are given refuge
They all hang even dimension is huge