Is an idea-seeded
pomegranate, a poem-appreciated partly as life, only
when you crack it open, but be
prepared for top wisdom
of the world to tumble out,
in value-woven thoughts
not unlike, in many ways,
a replica of our universe-
plagiarising
the mundane , the sublime,
our place in time, the secrets
of existence, the purpose or
absurdity of life, in an
emotional rhapsody, stirring
the contemplative mind,
cascading words in
exuberance.
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Written on 2025-03-17 at 10:55




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