The universe, the oceans and streams and valleys of mother Earth,
Accept in silence the evils of a part of mankind.
The foolish believed so blindly about tolerance
since time immemorial,
But the wise prayed in silence
To quieten the wrath, that inevitably comes
The fruits of infuriation,
The fruits of devastation.
The environs and ecosystems changed drastically out of their greed,
Justice strangulated in the grip of corruption and power,
The world forgot the sermons and morals of ancestral wisdom,
Thrown away those ethos and values,
Vanished into oblivion the songs of love and camaraderie.
Those who had to coverup secrets raised fingers on others
Those empowered to re-establish justice were on a nap of idleness,
The warriors of power slept in darkness
in the stranglehold of reign.
The protectors of law of the land forgot the ethos and values
Caught up in unholy nexus and spiderwebs.
The universe was a silent witness to the lost wisdom of its people.
However the hermits and the wise knew the power of the universe
Yet, wondered at the dragging silence prevailed long.
A single turn out of the Universe could bring forth
Unfathomable miseries
Earth quakes and tsunamis
Landslides and deluge.
No trace of life could survive them ever!
But the omnipotent universe
was awaiting something special in silence,
The emergence of its powerful creation!
Waiting for centuries for the arrival.
The prayers of profound and wise
The tears of the downtrodden,
The hopes of the hopeless,
The panacea to all the miseries.
The universe had immense faith
In the predestined change to occur.
That had been envisioned
The emergence of new creation,
The re-established equilibrium of life.
It was more meaningful than
A one-time devastating fury of nature.
So, the universe conspired to help
The karma (deeds) of her special creation.
A carbon copy of her on psych and conscience,
A messenger of peace for the good,
A messenger of war for the wicked.
The universe sends her own warriors
to the battlefield since many eons and ages,
And many more yet to emerge, in the eons yet to come
copyright poem – dr sanjana p souparnika
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