Take a huge earthen pot
and place it on some fire of sort.
Then add a serving of diverse culture,
not forgetting to continuously stir the mixture.

Next:
Impart a thousand languages into it
and start boiling ‘em bit by bit.
Turn of a billion people now,
they fit in there somehow.

The breathtaking northern mountains
with snowcaps like frozen eternal fountains;
melts into the pot like the melody of a concert,
the grandeur of the majestic and endless Thar Desert,

My blissful mind
thinks of god
as his creations -
Scroll in thoughts
the human kind
and creatures timid
to mankind;
from pebbles to rocks
and stars to meteors,
the Universe
so vast, so wide
where truth
is the only guide.

Rhythmic moon,
the solar motion,
and dance of the galaxy -
Everything flows
through the river of time
wed locked in matrimony.

Ocean swells with anxiety
as the firmament
displays its proprietary
and the heaven
splits the sky.
The humble ship
moves along
with its sail
about to die.

To and fro does
the vessel sway.
The hull’s about to
give away.
The empty deck
longs for hands
an anxious eye
to look
for land.