Why There Are Stars-A Fantasy
Savage mountains spit out rocks,
Sputter rage and die for a second
And rise again with fire yellow and red
Particles, sparks, explosives
Of the daemons from the past
Burying a nation.
In God's saffron robe
Appears a trace of red
And in face a tinge of regret
For His men.
He knows the immoral daemons
Are flourishing, destroying
What is good.
God is the partial man
And he understands the problem.
He says" To speak truly, a man of genius can do"
"A total man from the stardust"
He calls out to the constellations to intervene;
And make every rock to be battered
Into myriads of living atoms.
We therefore make leaders
Made of constellations
Spearheaded, supreme
To kill the roguish volcanoes, abodes of daemons
And that's why there are stars.
We need them to be there,
Out in the dark space;
At least we think they should be there.
We make stars.
His wish.
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DOE: 02nd July-2018
Copyright © Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty | Year Posted 2018
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