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Who Steeds The Horse !

Poetry By: A Passerby

The apparent world and the absolute reality are foil to one another . So long one remains blinded with the gratification of senses , he or she is unable to feel and understand the play of Maya or illusion .

Submitted:Mar 23, 2013    Reads: 6    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

The Dungeon fumes time ,

Wreaths of broken desires ,

Rise with complex heads ,

And return again to the same bed .

The icy sun melts and revive ,

Bees hoard and suck honey from the hive ,

The spider from swab builds cobweb ,

The reason shooter make butt the knave .

The bioscope gears the merry-go-round ,

Hide and seek continues with the hounds ,

Silence returns after the dram major's sounds .

Why and how the world bodies forth !

With apparent senses and troubling cause ,

Who the duce knows ,-steeds the horse !


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