An enigmatic, philosophical poem by Rituparna, exclusively for Different Truths.

Imagine there is no end to this but actually there is.
This is a realisation after crossing four score of ages.
Thriving in a half-half world recalls shades of grey
amidst pure black and white of tapestry of life.

Imagine there is no beginning to this but actually there is.
This is a realisation after leaving no hairs turned grey.
The world is no less or no more but half-unwind,
half-interesting, half-sociable, half-lazy, half-crazy.

Imagine there is no end or no beginning to this.
From where we begin is to where we end.
Flip sides of a coin these are, curving the
flat faces climaxing to a point.

From that point it begins again,
a prologue to another creation.

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