Just think
The universe is an orange
And it’s in my spreaded palm.
Sometimes I squeeze deep
To sip the juice,
And chews the skin and swallow.
And then,
magically remakes the same old Orange.
Sometimes peel off the fragrant cover
To slice in to pieces,
And scatter the wonders.
Then, recombine it
To be the enchanting golden ball.
Remember
it’s me
Who plays with the Universe now.
Now imagine,
You are my Universe.
Ah! beautiful
I squeeze, slice and remake.
How funny is the play!
Think it’s me,
Who spreads and folds time,
The envelop of the Universe.
Do you know,
How will I do it?
How long will be the slices!
How large will be the vesicles!
Ha, how sweeter will be the essence!
But,
How came I,
At right centre of the Orange?
clinged to the vacuum
Covered by the lifeless pith!
You are the Orange.
It’s you
Who now spread and fold
The schedules…
See,
How small is my palm!
Sunitha Ganesh
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