How long are we going to be
Witnesses of monumental tragedies?
How long will we live with hearts
Where hate keeps welling up?
We do not need an aerial survey
To see how people live miserably
Cramped in mega cities.
We do not have to use binoculars
To see the gruesome scenes
Of battlegrounds cropping like mushrooms
Submerged in a cacophony unpleasant.
I look at the swirling clouds
And think of the saga
Of rise and fall of humanity.
I say to myself,
‘Never had man sunk so low.’
And the bees and the butterflies reply,
‘Yes, never so low, sadly enough.’
I descend into the vortex of my depths
Where the vast terrains of life
Look so small and men are reducrd
To the height of my forefinger.
Daniel Defoe must have landed
In this mysterious place, I’m sure.
And these men and women live so happily,
With no negative thoughts adding power
To the spirit of darkness,
Ever ready to damage and destroy.
Never are they forlorn or weighed down.
No revenge, no witch-hunt,
No punitive or bitter recriminations.
I feel their imaginative verve,
Their poetic prowess, all serenely palpable.
I sense their recognition and their adulation,
Their smiles, their love, their endurance,
Their visceral and evocative work,
All delving and resurfacing like dolphins.
Like pods, beautiful thoughts
Burst in my mind.
I think of the gravitational system
Between our planet and the sun,
Where all riches sink down
And what flies with our flying souls
For only love
Can defy the law of gravity
And fly with wings wide open.