Sansara

The beams stretched, stretched along

Lines parallel and straight

Yet unsettled and unkempt  at times

Like the words and deeds

Devilish and venial

The iron horse hammering another

Creek! It cackles –

Much irritation

For those bumps and bends

unceasing high and low

Like good inheritance

And once a bad kinsmen

In the long, long

“SANSARA”

there we move.

Like mist that sweeps

the soot disguised

in black, pitch black

covering the skies

vex’d and wandering

He confers trust

investing sin

“Karma” –thus forsaken

remains unquestioned

faster the wheels move

the taller he grows                        

clothed in “ avidya”

hazardous havens

not known and  noticed

Inspired by Thilina Brown Photography | Thilina Dilshan