In the terrains of infinite space and time
There sits a god playing a strange game
He holds a hand down to the valleys of the earth
A few try to touch it in all ecstasy
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Very cool poem. The words really present an interesting picture. Enjoyed!
This poem reminds me of one poem (Zooming in) written by Aswath...and to write such a piece very heated up and heightened imagination is required which you have indeed! ! !
He plays games. We are the pawns. Sinners sing. Crowd opens new ears. That sums up the a poem filled with keen observations. Nice poem.
This poem has an unmistakable 'Dineshan' ring about it in its questioning of the divine dispensation.....! But I must admit my inability to delve into the core of its contents, however hard I tried... It remains moreover an unsolved puzzle!
Ah! ... Dear Poet, you are so considerate of the Creator, creations and their life, hear and after. That itself shows how sensibly engaged thou art in matters of utmost significance that even the prophets and priests often miserably failed. Well, what can i say about your style and language, your treatment of the thought, imagination and passion, what to jot on your intimate intentions in inspiring and engaging the mortal souls in pursuit of realities absolute! Well, another Dineshic treat with its tender ripples in 360 degree gently swolling and fading off by the distant soul banks. God bless.
Interesting poem with Deep observation you have penned down well. Very true said in the last line..The paradox of a human concern is burnt alive!