Magic is sublimity, not victory: A poem 

If you have strength of belief, 

faith always comes full circle 

knowing that it never lost its way 

And you are the three-legged triskelion 

rotating the wheel of eternity 

But this sprint of sustenance 

makes the circumference, like the centre 

non-dimensional, not three-dimensional 

Even though, I am parted like an arena 

facing myself as my own rival gladiator 

I know, God is a fool, who subverts himself 

His madness is a method for common good 

I please myself with the wisdom 

that evil can conquer but not destroy my kingdom! 

I have the strength of belief 

not three-legged, but a single leaf 

that is vulnerable as the earth 

but as indispensable as the sky 

And I am replete with that concentricity 

I am Mum and Dad like a gemstone in a rock 

I am my love like a ship in a dock 

A seed that causes the flower of the universe to ever-remember 

with humongous gigabytes of love and loyalty