A DESIGN IS BORN
- P C K Prem (India)
As I roam about leisurely
a pattern in this I want to understand,
it is one of a mysterious quality
a quality I do not share
like a scent in puff of air,
one locates some truth
before it merges in the body
and so gets diluted as the virtue
of immortality is lost.
Here, your dreams of deep sleep,
enact drama of reality
that did not exist outside
and you continue the search in vain.
Inner
peace non-existent
a mere notional certainty it maybe
of identity inventing its own location
still not known.
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