I Am A Multitudinos Being Comments

Archaic is my pain and pristine is my passion I love the deepness of this and the amazing original lines you used.

Valueless is the creation if continuum is insensitive. Each trifle thing is the mirror of cosmic bliss, Each part of nature is involved with cosmic design. My death is my resurrection in manifold opus of Almighty.

I die in each moment with each trifle fall. The world is a dream and I heave my pain with no reason. Beautiful line from a nice poem. Thanks for the sharing. 10 marks for the poem.