To carry it until it unites with him as formless.

I do not wish to reveal the sense of poem through the description

I perceive I undergo,
I sense and guess,
It will, I know,
As I Witnessed!

Born like yesterday,
Grown like today,
Will die by tomorrow,
Under the same conventional row!

There's a man,
Unnamed, Unarmed,
Who's charmed enough,
To control the run of the globe.

He gives childhood after infancy,
To turn it into juvenile currency,
To buy the step of manhood in urgency,
By bringing all under senescence without mercy.

His memory is a sanctum of hymns,
Which has no beginning and no end,
Keeping it busy to shape life in a form,
To carry it until it unites with him as formless.