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Chain of questions

I met a tree yesterday
It had a gloom, I saw
A gloom to keep within
A gloom to imagine
A gloom to paint an imaginary life
With thousands of colors
A gloom to paint a creative world,
Something dreamy beyond dreams,
Something very connecting between
Illusion and reality...
And we should be knocking at the door of both, there lies a big bridge;
Huge bridge between the world of illusion and reality.

Jimmy, my landlord's dog barks,
And there are striking hits of the watch
Taking you to the different world,
In the different world which is really unknown.

There is a long chain of questions
All the way around
But never ever I found
Even a single answer.

This universe,
Something above this universe
Of which we don't have any idea
There is always an endless chain of questions.
And oh, no response at all
Not a single answer of them.

There is not a big difference
Between creator and creation I feel
Creation itself is a creator! Yeah
As we don't doubt any creation
But we doubt the creator whom we call God
If we believe that something behind any creation, there is a creator;
Then we must believe
That behind God there is a creator
Who has completed God
But this idea!!

See this nature itself is a creator and a creation for sure,
There is no one beyond it
If there is a feeling
Then this feeling is created by itself
There is no one beyond it
That's how the chain goes on...
This chain creates infinity
There is nothing beyond infinity
And I don't want to go
To deep into infinity
Because even a single thing
Has different layers of infinity
That always leave a question beyond the infinite things
Beyond the creator
There is something beyond the God
But there is nothing beyond the God.

D. B. 'Anpadh'
2019 (another half of the year)

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