Reverberation Poem by Sandeep Mandal

Money begets money, sin begets sin
Shadows are cast just as the way you lean
Footprints trail back to the past
To count all that was crushed to dust
To build a monumental castle
Out of all the tears and reddened tussle.
Time stretches back and forth
Not linearly as is generally supposed
But opens up myriads of multifaceted gateway
As you ponder over its momentary stay.
Dreams that were dreamed to shatter others'
The bare minimum that to them truly matters
Are neither lost nor forgotten in eternity
But realities of similar magnitude in making.
The Creator of all creators, the Artist of all artists
Crafts with such a precision and perfection
Give Him but a bunch of flowers
And you're gifted with the prettiest of a crown
Give Him but a single thorn
Thousands of far more poisonous are born.
The universe is an intelligent mind
Nothing is left unaccounted for nothing behind
Happier are those who are kind
The rest has nothing blissful here to find.