Strange World Poem by Praveen Kumar In Shobha Priya

We live in strange world,
Stranger than strangeness itself;
In strange range of minds,
In strange making of bonds,
Shifts, twists, rifts, accidental fits,
What befall from nowhere
In wild cascade of shocks
In arrogance of poet's eloquence
That consume complacence
And unravel new horizons
From the sterile dark womb
In lie of wild dreams
Of a fair and healthy mind.

Reasons nor conventions rule,
Events just leap in queer quirks
From unlike parentage
In times least pregnant to bare,
In whims least conceived to bear,
As celestial sport
To infuse life to supine world
And to rouse human mind
To what time holds in store for all.

Indeed it is strange world,
Stranger than wild dreams
And weird and wildest freaks;
The denouements of the nature's tricks,
Couched in sudden quirks,
Bring hopes to weary days;
An eerie mass of nuts and bolts
Assemble new worlds
That befall in grotesque forms
Beyond reason's confines
To give jolt to the dull, dreary world
And cling the world to perpetual hope.