Seeds are the BLUE PRINTS
of man plant and animal
Many require darkness to germinate..
truth be told
be bold
human seeds are grown only in darkness
liquid in natural abundance
the brain develops all
rest falls
as per mind's issuance
you are the one who seeds
like any one
you, me and he
she is the one who cares for us
loveflourishes amongst human...
and animal
Now it's all in the genes
earlier didn't know it
so it seems
Nothing in bewteen
A Gods Grace may still be accepted
Though
still
U N S E E N
in Heaven or Earth
nothing lies in between
in heaven... known one we
still
L I V E
Some say it's probability, some say it's fate, whatever it may be we are helpless before it. A philosophic poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Philosophy was till we did not know.. now Science has rendered man less Ignorant...PROBABILITY IT STILL IS...AS X-X OR X-Y CHROMOSOMES MUST MEET.. WHICH ones do no one will or ever know- - thus you may call it FATE equally correct you will be The world knows poets sincerely...what eyes say when eyes meet...convey a million thoughts silently..... Sir