A Paradox Poem by Ravi Panamanna

His eyes are set afar,
He is in continual search.
No rest has his telescope
The universe is within winking distance.

Light years to him mean nothing
Galaxies are now his playgrounds.
Like London and Oxford
He is plain of the secret of the universe.

He doesn’t miss any distant earth
Celestial bodies are now under his feet.
He now can draw celestial voyages
Light years are just ordinary scales.

He can peep unto the Black holes
But often misses a human soul.
He is searching for a man in the firmament
But is a stranger to the man living next door.
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01st November 2013