The days seem to end
as sun sets towards
the invisible horizon
there is still some time to amend
as the sun waits for a moment
they say God
but I think
Grace
of the moment
to enable all
to give their salutations
as the Son sets finally
after a pause
significantly
momentarily
the last post
ringsloudly
yesterday they did say
for him
the bells
must as they will
toll today
the greatest human
of the modern day
just like anyone else
gradually passed away
the sun has set
the candles blown
his imaginary spirit
had like lightening flown
to another version of man
animal or alien
human or fungus
anaconda or spider
but for ever
unknown
he has also been laid
to rest
in peace
he was like a river
but we mostly are stream
merges he too with
the common ocean of time
evaporation for all is common
so says your kinda divine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, when you no more give God a finite shape and size and form, such great phenomena in the world which we call spirituality is what we are talking about... one and the same thing to me. I am with you with your viewpoint.