Third Hand

Third Hand prose poem

Uploaded by SUMIT NASKAR

I see a coincidence,
A special coincidence:
A center of a circle,
An infinitely meeting scale
That is visibly invisible
And a distance too nearby to reach
And a working of an unseen gyre that lets us in
And puts the reason everyone meets the other.
It’s not we meet, I see a decider,
A third hand, making life predestined.

This makes me feel
Better than all those physical ill-
A man comes to me or I go to a man
These are false, a vested one:
For life is beforehand predestined.

So, someone knocks you? Let him in.
And consider the goodness that has thy inn
And fight the bad, good, selfish line
In you and others are all but pure fine-
For who knows the person you meet, a pearl to you
Or you are a pearl to the person meets
Or a third hand you being desired most
Or a fate is made to make you boost.
And at least somebody may have somebody’s pain
And pleasures momentary, little worth to gain
If not joy of each one to each one lain-
For life is life that is to live
And as it is common the rare is death
For none is there has experienced!
But a third hand makes us fear it most
And sets us feel the surround ghost.

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