By the Power of Words and Imagination

To imaginary words

I pray before thee

With a sincerity and discipline

As a Muse would expect -

A sense of respect

And a sense of hope

Where to world's description is done

With words of mighty stature.

I ask thee a query -

A hopeless journey

To search something in vain

Yet, does it befit my stand?

And take me miles away

That imagination could go beyond

Make me well grounded to the brown soil

For this is my home, a place from where I come

A piece of land to which I was born

And now remain but a speck in the multitude of soils.

To those imaginary lands of the mind

I pray before thee

With a sense of helplessness

I bow in respect to the utmost struggle

The struggle against forgetting -

To perceive the unknown

And to know the nothingness of the known

I melt and tremble down

By the power of words and imagination.