A Mythical Semblance

The truth and gust we see around
Are real but still bound to sound
The relation between us just relates
The energy around us falsely deflates

The time bound power of supernatural
Is not the supernatural but a culture
Everything on earth is controlled
By nearest and farthest by a hold

Does the supernatural subsists
Or does it just persists
The scenario so beautiful in it
Ties the knot of an unknown split

The creatures of globe are two odd
One by god and other by its god
The boundless energy still strives
The man and occult still purviews

The oculus of valet are still colour blind
But still they are brooked by others inclined
The cosmos of divinity reckons on us
The farthest community still counts on us


If the divinity and human race conjoint
The rhythm of creation would disjoint
And the macrocosm would end
When god and humanity shall stand

The eyes of humanism is still colourless by one
Because it can’t view the colourless colour by some
The duo can talk among but can’t see
The divine soul as it is just decoloured bee

We, if see the supernatural
Then we would be parallel
And duo and its god would not
Be there and universe shall distort

The aim of achieving some affair

Would be a strand of hair
And the trio of existence would just vanish
In high bush of endless and incensed polished

The prophecies of today and past
Was just dignified by subtle last
The last of duo and divine
Vaticinator of fourth dimension is perfectly fine