The Probable Solution Poem by Subrata Ray

The Probable Solution.

Ok dear the screen is ever green,
The invisible in visible is often seen,
No one can see the revolving stage,
The players come and quite their phase.
You may try and reason out why and what for,
But the antic screen bears its primordial tenor.

Study and knowledge may evoke consciousness,
But the screen is mystic, it bears its own rage.
The screen the wises say is a Magician's miracle,
From where it peeps and where fades no one tells.
The screen is a monitor where pictures and thoughts flash,
The screen has no solution, till we wear Ignorance's glass.