In This Vast Universe, I'm Just A Clone. Poem by M. Asim Nehal

In This Vast Universe, I'm Just A Clone.

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As I look up at the sky so high,
a treasure trove of puppet catches my eye,
I see the strings in hand of the glowing moon,
and the stars around it, spinning in tune.

In this show, a tale is told,
of love and loss, so painfully bold,
sorrow engulfs me, a melancholic toll,
as the story rolls out like a scroll.

The puppets dance, their faces lit,
by the moon's glow, like a spotlight hit,
but as the show ends, I feel alone,
In this vast universe, I'm just a clone.

Tuesday, June 6, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: philosophical
Poetic Sky 07 June 2023

Loneliness is too absurd most of the times. Ask LeeAnn about it. I feel the same way as you two do.

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Rajan T Renganathan 07 June 2023

Like a drop in the ocean, like a sand grain in desert we are too small to be seen. Great observation, Dr M. Asim Nehal Ji

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S H 06 June 2023

We see many stars in Desert area, less pollution, clear sky and plain horizon. Now I wonder are they puppets in the hands of Sun and Moon as they borrow light and emit. Great philosophy of life from galaxy of stars.

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