Essence

The Giver God

Things pass through open end die,
no box spanner works.
Things can be measured with eternity,
no time slot can hold them.
Thing's permanence lies in change,
no still pond explains.
Things are in flow infinite,
no end of journey visible.
Things behave so uncommonly,
no sense measures correctly.
Things drop down quietly ,
no noise is made & heard.
Things are so secretive,
no body can ever smell.
Things are no body's property,
no being is denied ,even.
Things are radiated to explain,
no word properly suits, otherwise.
Things when get up from slumber,
no body can dominate.
Things makes the person mysterious,
no body dare come near.
Such is the mystery of things.
How much mysterious will be The Giver?





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