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Monday, October 10, 2011

Illusion no.2: The Coming

At the threshold,
you are waiting for the sun to rise
to enlighten minds
of those who slumbered
through the day

Open the gates! break those rusty lock
wither those thorns and vines at the doorstep
the scenery revives the pungency of acts
to mold faces at your own image
and capture the light for your own purposes

we used to roam this world alone
the ancients told the sons
'father, who is the man your talking about?'
gazing through the stars while asking
'son he is the one who create every thing'
pondering on the sentence, why is he not around?

a dream reveals the man father said
he cometh with clarity on your volition
while you dreamt he sent a message to you
the old man spoke to the inquisitive child
for you are chosen by the god
still bewildered by the notion
the children walked with awe

serpentine wordings persuade the passive beings
but not the child who never knew the coming.

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to be continued...

1 comment:

  1. Who's who in this poem? I am not good at poetry but this one's well written. Good choice of words. Rich in vocabulary...

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