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April 14, 2012

Holy Conclave

Dayara Bughyal, 7 April 2012 

I went near the end, 
a place afar.
boundaries were laid here long ago.
by stones and man both.

The keepers of ancient league who guard the pious passages
and overlook the procreation of life from up above-
keepers, who are larger than time;
keepers, who are stronger than will and hope.

I saw them humble giants, through my eyes.
and I tread upon a primeval course.
However all that I did, It had been done once before
maybe more than a million times more

But it all seemed a little too strange to believe, 
for it appeared to be none but I, who had designed it all
probably not tonight, 
but once, 
Once, on an enlightened night.

2 comments:

magiceye said...

brilliant!

umashankar said...

An impressive image paired with a matching poem.