Beyond what I can see with the naked eye

Beyond the stars and all else that there, lie

There must be some Power of sorts, some entity

Or else, these empty spaces all seem a lie.

Within me too there are these vacant spaces

That I attempt to fill with names of places

That, I may have visited from time to time

As I run, and so do you, Life’s many races.

We all know well the truth of Nothingness

We were and are nothing and into that we egress,

O, Puny Man, look at the Heavens and your poverty

‘Cause Nothingness is all you will ever possess.

 From one Nothingness to another, we travel

 Eternally, till the Lord calls time with the gavel,

 How perfunctory Man’s pronouncements 

 Will we this conundrum, Ashok, ever Unravel.

(The author is a prolific poet who has over 30 poetry books to his credit. He can be reached at ashoksawhny06@gmail.com/ www.ashoksawhny.com)