Mysterious Nature Poem by Xelam Kan™

john, is it my imagination, or have your english skills improved since i first read a few of your poems? it has been few and far between that i have sampled, i must admit. shame on me! bri :)

JOHN, could dinesh speak in simpler language for ME, please? ? ? well, maybe i'm just too simple to understand fully with just one reading. john, i was zipping through the poem, enjoying it, when suddenly i hit the last eleven lines. then my mind started to be muddled. after reading some of those lines, i may understand them better than at first. but i have at least one question. make that TWO questions. in the sentence: if yes, then let 'It' to design -our life's plans - of such grand scale. do you mean to write to or too? thanks, by the way, for punctuation marks you used. AND does It refer to nature? - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - in nature we should trust reminds me of the motto on u.s. currency and i think at least some coins: in god we trust. of course not all americans, including me, trust god. oops! here come the angels of doom to get me! hee hee and who/what is 'my lil angel'? my first thought is a human child. am i correct? thanks for sharing. :) bri p.s. i sometimes refer to Nature or Mother Nature in my poems, but i don't really believe in her either. but, as mr. nair is an agnostic, i too am; therefore i believe just about anything could be true, including the existence of god and a creation by god. dinesh leans more (a lot more i believe) towards atheism, so i don't know why he bothers to use the word agnostic in his comment.

Dear friends, please note that I add the following comment here as Mr John personally asked me to write it based on my agnostic or atheistic stand and therefore I shall not be responding to the comments made by any of you on my comment. You have to excuse me.... The mystery of Nature, if at all it appears to be there, is mere manipulation of human mind. Millions of years ago when man was not inhabiting in this planet, such things were happening.. In the vast universe there are trillions of stars and multi- trillion planets with or without anyone to brood over such things. In the nothingness of wild silence and the assumed fullness of sweet human thoughts and reactions a system is alive that is mere accidental. Mother nature or nature has its own significance as we belong to her/it. Our human mind with all its intricate thoughts, imagination and ambivalent interpretations are tempted however, to see much in it and so are these poetic queries accelerated by obvious uncertainty or predicament of response much induced. I still appreciate your poem Mr John for its authentic charm