14:55

Sand

When a grain of sand is put on an exhaustive scale,
And when the fires of hell unwillingly swallow him.

A nearly non-existent particle climbs a mountain,
Sitting on a golden throne taking a peaceful nap,
With a sudden gush of wind the particle goes downhill,
And to his logic, the cause of his misfortune is the mountain.

An atomic grain hitches a ride with a chilly wind,
Dives back down then swirls ending with a somersault,
Hysterical euphoria invites this grain to insanity,
And to his logic, the cause of his misfortune is the wind.

A piece of sand granule fell upon a horse from the sky,
Galloping throughout the grassland jumping over fences,
With a sudden halt the granule lost his grip and fell,
And to his logic, the cause of his misfortune is the horse.

When a grain of sand is put on an exhaustive scale,
And when the fires of hell unwillingly swallow him,
The logic becomes illogic and heart and mind crumble,
Suffocating as the books of infinite deeds assemble,
Giving them another day or an hour to be thankful,
To believe in Him, to worship Him and to love Him,
But even a mere second given, nothing will ever change.


Saturday, 17th of April 2010

3 comments:

MIB said...

You made the wait worthwhile; your new poems...no words are fit enough to describe the result of your talent..well done; keep it up!=)

Bu Thyab said...

Thank you for always coming back and commenting, despite my irregular posts, much appreciated!

MIB said...

Don't thank me; thank google reader for reminding me.=)