Friday, October 1, 2010

Knowledge

So devoured of knowledge a man is
Coy in acceptance
Coherence preludes the predicament
Attached with his logic he surrenders
Never for tranquil space
Ignoring the teacher of time
He chooses to marry the occurrence
Divulges until presence
And terms it reality
Only few men walk on earth
With their mind’s eye to accompany
Rests build a paradise of weed and grow on it
Making the future to perceive it as nature
Neither they nor the future become serene
In the end shy from their shadows
Acceptance is the end of game
Prize being placid
The day you say the game is over
You become Knowledge
                                      

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