Cosmic Game Poem by PRAVEEN KUMAR English Poems

All is an uncertain changing phase
In the endless stream of cosmic game;
All are ignorant, mute swimmers
In the endless tides of cosmic rhythm.


People and places come and go
In strange frames of time;
Events rise in unknown sequence
And sink then back as it has come.


New worlds rise in place of old
To grow as old themselves;
The unending flux in the cosmic womb
Yields to imperceptible evolution.


Who created cosmos, for what purpose,
The creator himself knows not;
Where had it begun and where it heads,
The creator himself knows not.


Who authored evolution, how and why?
Why this, now, here and that, then, there
Though in cosmic symmetry indeed,
How invented by what infinite mind?


How purposes surface from endless mess?
How order springs from purposeless heap?
Who decides sequence and cause and effect
And sinks to naught as never exist?


Nothing is plain as good or bad,
Nothing is distinct like black and white;
All are gray like evening light
And frowned or praised at time's dictates.


No patch of cloud can reach the heaven,
No matter encroaches on the cosmic will;
Can the tides in sea change the sun's course?
Can the ripples in well shake the seven seas?


All are piggybacks on the cosmic plot,
The plain missiles of the cosmic plosion;
Yet, an unknown thrust and order rules
All rise and fall and jump and swing.


We partake in a mysterious game,
We partake in a mysterious game,
Where as mere tools, we play the game,
Though inside it, nowhere belong.