Mystic Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

Nothing less, nothing more.
It's simply there for you
-with no particular
reason-as your share.
Now, the question is how
you mould it in to the
required form, with the
anxiety of slipping it
away from your hands?
A mighty, fathomless mystic
can not be solved easily
-or understood fully.
Turning yourself your
own magician for an
entertaining performance.
Sometime expecting a
fashionable retrospective
stance, there you find in
your hands. a past-less,
future-less permanent present