God’s Plan

Gods Plan short poem

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As a poet, I may dream and conjure the conversations
And in mute silence, the unexplainable,

There is no word to describe this state of things,
They sailed along things on their own fashion and course of ordinary interludes,

On suns,on deep midnight shadows pervaded the own pastures of paradoxes,
Their own courses and life as before proceed in their own space and sequence.

We could expect otherwise what god deemed appropriate, until the night grew dimmed and foreheads grew weary with no understanding

What I see are mere element of intertwined events,
Finding pundits and interpreters to understand its meaning,

A rose ,a song and volumes of eruditions may find the same ears,
Hollow is a mans songs
In the psalm of gods plan.

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