Of Infinity
Of infinity
there is much left unsaid,
unfathomable it is to think
of a last frontier for the
purest tongue there is.
Would it not be then,
the limit to our invincible minds,
that search for God inside atoms
and far into the cosmos
but seldom within?
Would it not be a defeat
of pure, sterile science
to uncover a number past which
there is nothing, nowhere,
nobody, none?
To dismiss it outright
sounds unsportsmanlike,
and yet few aim to decipher the
taunting grin of mathematics,
few brave her chastisements.
And so it is now, that
practical minds honor it
with Hebrew letters, and
like God, leave it unfathomed,
but are ever reminded that
it is us that are small in scale
and therefore, irrelevant,
and that beyond us, far beyond,
lies something immense,
bigger than our minds themselves.
Third Place, This or That, Vol 8 Poetry Contest
Dated: 21st November 2021
Copyright © Abhishek Suresh | Year Posted 2021
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