Shadows sink in nothingness found everywhere!
Life is a series of shadows mimicking the Bulls!
Jack of all trade grasps us for a yellow metal.
He sips his cup of tea in a lethargic way.
Flipping through the eons of the mindless miracles, the Bismarck strips his strides in a moment.
I am not sure whether the Cannibalism is still inbuilt in the genetic myopia of psychopaths, who dream of egotistic usurpation.
Synagogues stand above the stocks of the mundane life,but the universe of love limits those lost in inhumane profiteering.
I love what I do in every moment of spiritual communion with Buddha.
Saints drink oneness everywhere and in everything.
How have you transmuted donkeys into horses?
(Copyright: Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, August20,2023)
(NB: This poem is dedicated to all the seekers, who thrive for universal oneness.)
