by Roshmi Bhaumik
A sheet of paper is more powerful than it looks
We can draw on it a voluminous sphere or cube
Capable of imagining with added dimensions
Depicting on a medium the varied projections
Just as a cube casts on the ground, a distinct shadow
A square or rhombus, based on the direction of glow
Thus changes our form with the passage of time
Taking the shape of body, the conscious sublime
Years ago born to the world, a helpless baby
Now an adult, later wrinkled and bent maybe
After death are we projected again in space
In a different time, with a different face…?
Where do we start, where do we end ?
Confused in a world of fear and hatred
We desperately seek our loving Creator
Who is omnipresent yet elusive forever
Bigger than stars, yet smaller than a neutron
Secretly hidden, the multidimensional one!