Capitulate

As time-sand flows through my hand  

I stand aloof smiling at fluid grain

slipping into eternity seemingly in vain 

I still keep wondering a reason for man

our course in the chaotic colloid 

neither you nor me sense the evolved 

serene semblance in it's outer side  

profound variance is always obscured

yet again I stand to theorize 

the prose and poetry of all conscience 

life eventually should always roll 

but yet i feel, is there control?

-- Syam Mallampalli           .