Dharmas, adharmas, and celestial presence!
I am but a warrior in this borrowed existence, an agnani veiled in myth.
Unaware of my origin or destination,
I stand on the edge, a mere witness to the cosmic drama.
Gory and uplifting events unfold,
I rise and fall,
In the cosmic dance, just a speck of dust swirling around.
Drifting, appearing, and disappearing,
Countless forms, endless manifestations,
Born in imagination, fading into nothingness.
So many attributes, so much significance,
Yet ultimately, just lost in the vastness of existence.
a poem by Dr.SVPrabhath
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