Let’s assume, at time of nothingness,
Where matter and time were absent;
That recycled Universe’s chemicals,
Expanding the entropy, its madness.
You call Time cyclic, or its path linear,
But must be point of beginning, end;
And where N’th Dimensions become,
Stable, where substitute physics dwell.
No one knows nor seen; but only heard,
Whether in dreams, texts, or dictations;
Where science, spiritual rely on catalysts,
And catalysts float in constants, constructs.
We neither know names who materialized,
Distant knowledge, as who conceptualized!😊
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2024