The Creator.
P O E T R Y
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Every New Moment,
Is the Beginning of the End,
You can neither stop,
Nor you could amend.
Every New Beginning,
Is but a thought,
You can neither stop,
Nor you could bend.
Every Thought appears,
Giving way to the Next,
Every Thought disappears,
Giving way to the rest.
The process goes on indefinitely,
From this to the next moment,
Neither has a beginning,
Neither has an end.
The illusion goes on and on,
Life continues as a dream,
Like a montage play of pictures,
One who Creats, watches too,
As the show keeps on going,
Still aloof and unconcerned,
Time and Space ever so the same,
Time and Space ever so different!
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