How you stepped into this world is strange
Your endless flow is bound up in mystery.
Your galloping speed for incessant change
Left imprints in ever living history.
The milestones mark your age on the milky way,
It’s race on wheels at a high pace,
A wayfarer’s journey without stay;
Yet, no trace of weariness on your face.
You manifest eroding powers in all circles,
Even pliant limbs and sharp mind grow decrepit,
The petal-soft countenance carves wrinkles.
The sculpture in a quake breaks into many a bit.
You resemble a river in its ceaseless glide,
Your resolve is like the planets’ orbit,
You look like an eternal traveler in his ride,
And travel like the flash of light brightly lit.
Five senses, in strict governance of the mind,
Fail to unravel and charter your powerful role,
Mysterious are your ways to humankind.
Everything manifests under your iron control.
Published: Metverse Muse
84th to 87th Quadruple Issue.
Dec 2023
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