The Space In A Space WıThıN - Poem by Ponniah Ganeshan
Thrusting into my hands
A little of the never ending time,
And a piece of boundless ether
Into my feet,
I am named as human.
Amidst cries and tears by kiths and my kins
Amidst funeral beatings
In the color of afternoon
In the color of a morning
I am gone and my walls
And my coffin nailed.
I carry heavy loads of void dreams
Arresting my soul in a small
Playing with my usual toys
And journeying by false’s shades.
Journeying beyond time and space
Depriving of all my identities crowned,
I am out in a space within
All beyond the edge of a grass
All beyond the blade of a flower.
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