In the void, nothing reigned
Dreams still far distant
Space, only a gigantic gap,
Time, yet to find a step.
In the craddle of ether, and space
Matter was dreaming to take shape
Time, in its incessant march
Had forgotten its meaasured path
Desire, only an obtuse wish
Yet to find a staff to hold.
At the stroke of destiny
He awoke, made signs
The womb was borne with time-limitless
Time is timeless, ever pulsating
The earth is but a footprint
Manifest desire embe dded in void.
-- Lalji Verma