Poem -
Dark Cradle
Me a dark, ray less
source of conscience.
An immortal focal point
in the universe unseen,
unheard since eons.
An intellect unexplored
in any realms of existence.
Untouched by the principles
of ruthless genes of time.
An inhumane emotion
difficult to envisage by
the mortal spirits on terra.
I the origin of the circadianĀ
rhythm of the cosmos,within
Ā me lies zillion seeds ofĀ
the substantial shaded truth.
,Masses frenzy in search of me,
a mystery camouflaged in
light,a black cradle of
Ā the beginning and end.
Creating bubbles of illusion
in delight,me a memory evoked
at death,erased at your first gasp
out of the inky Ā maternal cell .
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Dear Poetess Piusha Singh,
Life is an unknown theme or concept for most of the ordinary humans, but for Poetess like you, Life is an enlightenment and a super vision tailored and stitched with agonies and despairs in life, For those group of people, poetry will be a creative exercise, I appreciate this poem, My applause, My vote, added to my favorites, reserved to feature in my POET'S PEN.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Thank you Williams for the delayed reply.
Thank you Williams but sorry for the delayed reply.