World Poem by Praveen Kumar in Celestial Glow

I often wonder who created this world,
Why, how, when and whence that occurred,
For what great end the process started,
None ever answered, nor ever any could;
Insight and reasons delved deep to probe,
Millenniums they struggled to define source,
But found no more than scratching surface –
No less in smoke than, they, millenniums back.

Several self-claimed great souls spoke
The truth of the world in religious books,
Each pulling apart in defining one world,
And dupe gullible man with lies, half truths;
Science dug deep with all senses kept open,
Brought out myriad secrets hidden in nature,
But found the rock of Planck’s Barrier upfront,
That no senses ever break, nor penetrate ever.

I find the world in several sheaths,
Uncover one, larger appears in front,
Universe after Universe in bubbles spread
And exhausts mind by its sheer spread;
On delving deep, again unending layers
Of quarks and colours, and who knows what –
Invisible mysteries that build the world
Lock the answer to the source of the world.

Who brought mathematics’ rules to nature?
How physical nature evolved in nature?
Who brought to exist what causes it all?
Who caused cause and effect to rule this world?
Why the author never ever bothers to surface
And pride himself in his supreme work?
Where does he hide from his creation’s eyes,
And why he does evade labours to trace him?

Whatever be that, and whoever it be,
Unparalleled supreme consciousness works
In end to end perfections of this world,
In designs, processes, in minutes and scope
And guides and leads to somewhere unknown;
Like a lonely fish in ocean of unknown,
Lost and involved, we move all round
Without a clue to the secrets of this world.