Babblings
Bablings
Today when I m
in my ancestral land..
I feel my horizon is broadened
to the end of the earth,
when centuries ago,
God choose this piece of earth
to create an image
of His thoughts.
I feel as I was one of the few,
few souls who witnessed the Kun
I find myself at the centre of earth,
Every corner around me,
flattened and exactly equalled,
and all boundaries stretched.
I m no poet, no philosopher
neither an artist, never a scientist,
awhat I ever speak is no more
than a child's bablings,
but today
a son of earth and a pupil of nature.
Aurang Khan
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