It may or may not
know the rest,
Who could sow the
life & put them to test;
The Sun that
glows, takes no dime,
Can show its passion or caress that chimes.
I see the rising Sun
& sunset,
Those assemblage
to pray; or saying one another, never met;
This cyclic time
repeats for eternity,
Few moments
cherished; that ceased for the every fraternity.
What witnessed
not one but many worlds,
Who rose &
fell or turned into pearls;
A passive observer,
floated with the wings,
Revolved in shadows,
even with Saturn’s rings.
Who nourishes
& is perceivable, is the belief,
Such is Illumination.
The rest, in supplement, one might seek. 😊
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2022