Innermost Any (an Abu Sayeed poem)

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Tough to keep pace even with Outwardness

Am always divided into Ownself

At the same time dual Presences;

Under overt thousands of separate existences

Covert most powerful pivoted One.

Devotion and Addiction of sensible Organs

Heart and soul steps and Endeavours 

To accept and adapt

This material World 

In lying, sitting and standing ways

In any realistic Circumstances;

Wow! Twilight-like dual experiences!

Also this Mind is again and again

Losing, mixing and probing 

Into distant, untouched,alienated,banished  Engraved, invisible Interest;

A most influential Height and Depth.

Hi my Researchers, 

Search after search 

Here may be innermost Any!


(c) Abu Sayeed 

Metaphorical Poems 

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