Miracle Poem by Ramakrushna Sahu
Miracle
All those faces painted by sunlight
Are but a dream
Rising out of darkness and
Again setting into the night.
And yet how foolish we are
Shouting at each other
For a shadow of a dream
Swallowed by an snake unseen
Called time
There is no land where we stand
All shapes are that of clouds
Unfathomable is the depth of darkness
Is not the flapping a miracle
Of the vanishing wings?
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