Mohit Misra

Rookie (11/1/1970 / Mumbai)

The Ultimate Plan - Poem by Mohit Misra

The ultimate plan,
I just dont understand.

We are all somehow put together,
Particles of dust, water, vacum and ether.

That bulb in the sky is termed a star,
Seems so close but alas is so far.

The moth dangling on the ceiling,
I wonder what she is feeling.

Trillions and trillions of pieces perfectly in place,
Which includes the human race.

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  • Munnan Misra (2/8/2009 7:27:00 AM)

    This is a great piece of work penned - keep it up. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 6, 2005

Poem Edited: Saturday, March 15, 2008

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