Waiting For Big Bang Poem by Aftab Alam
Waiting For Big Bang
Where is I, within me? searching
Where is bird within me? Perching,
An eagle sat at high cliff; aiming,
Vulture wheeling, dead I’m; thinking,
He is churning the dead desire,
Desire is stirred to be fire,
Eyes on eyes; everywhere,
Smell of danger; within out,
Praying to prey……..
A chaotic silence,
Waiting for big bang,
Start and end point,
Both are same..
We walked on void,
No one can avoid….
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4/19/2024 9:39:09 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Where is I, within me? searching Where is bird within me? Perching, - - - - - - - excellent choice of topic and image