I am’… a molecular maze
A passionless existence
Insensitive to birth and death
An insignificant outcome
Of successive generation
Frequently occurring on earth…
You are’…a kindled soul
Observer of karmic
Intricacies and destiny,
Wandering on riverine
Turfs, pondering, pining
Battling with inner mutiny….
He…an Inexplicable flare
An ambiguous and
Unfathomable concept
‘God’ as he is called,
But Seen and conceived,
By the man made precept
I and you, in cosmic Trilogy…
Awaiting the apocalypse
To discard our mortal crust
For annihilation of bodies
And alteration of souls
Into mere celestial dust.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the vision about a molecular maze in itself is an observation of karmic intricacy...but a passive one at that...good inquisitive write 10