Ultimately
Trifles have tainted into wonders,
We have grown astronauts from hunters;
Machines we construct; missiles we build;
Globe we minimize into petite guild;
Interiors of sun we measure and mark,
Into moon, we, our spacecraft park;
Sky, to us, is like a wheat-field, overt,
Clouds, into Halloween, we convert;
Planets and satellites, our commands obey,
We make great sway over the Milky Way;
On forces of nature our interest we invest,
We put the very authority of the almighty to test,
Yet, when the sovereign calls us in his solemn voice,
Like frightened mice, we follow, having no other choice...!
16 March 2022
Copyright © Christuraj Alex | Year Posted 2022
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