M0mentofaward Poem by desamangalam ramakrishnan

This moment,
an explosion of all oblivions
and just like a smashed mirror.
Oh, the glorious Glow,
who transforms each minute particle
into a lake of marble,
now does exist only this moment
neither born
nor dead.
now does prevail
only a liberating hymn.
now does exist
only a feather of an unknown bird
that droped from the great trees
into the bush.

It is Now
and there does exist ony the Now
and that too
had already disappeared
in unknown times.

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