Reflections are many <br />On its way it's lean <br />Beyond the canvas it's a hurdle <br />But the bunches are providence <br /> <br />There above its fathom counts <br />All are mere the reflections <br />But its ranges are indefinite <br />Vacuum that reflects always <br /> <br />Up above it's not a screen <br />But the wisdom that measure from heights <br />Days are counted with whisper <br />All projections are hoarded <br /> <br />Measure the size of deficit <br />Prior count the indulgence <br />All performance is monitored <br />Rest will follow as its boon! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! <br /> <br />©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved<br /><br />SALINI NAIR<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-reckoned/
