Most of our lives are, I fear
Like the cinders that are
Neither coal nor ash in state!
They clog the roots of swaying carnations.
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I too am sorry Madam Valsa, I have told about your accommodating that God of yours in the 16th line.. The poem has much more than what a theist can understand and the attribution of ' blunt' is necessary for your comment as a quick adjective to be sorry for. Apart from that, it may look like that I am blundering and I still accept it as the brutal majority of believers like you live in the fools` paradise and the destitution of people like me in the world of mistaken or superfluous identities has to be an irony of a phase of time. The theme is crying for other readers and their penetration into the concept is however wished for and hence this poem...
God is never homeless! Without God in our lives...... we feel homeless and rudderless...! I am sorry Dinesh, for being blunt! !
An excellent constructed poem!