Wednesday, 22 May 2019

My Verse for the Makers of the Universe

Poet : Nobody

I’m mischievous.

I decided to try the mystic art,
the Black Magic I learnt from an ancient book.

With tremendous power attained in Deep Meditation,
I deleted, with little playfulness,  all Atoms in the universe.
I silently watched, before me,
The whole universe disappearing.

Like a villain,  I roared with laughter,
Danced in ecstasy, cried in pride – “I’m the Savior”

My earth,  The Waste Land is gone,
With all its heartless hearts, idiot scholars, 
Drowning drunkards, Hypocrite politicians,  ugly inhuman humans.

Big Bosses,  now not even small pieces.
I watched silently …
Billionaires,  with trillions being dragged into Emptiness.
All Presidents and Heads being pulled into null.

The space, also sucking me,  with all my worries,
And unfulfilled desires, relieving me from eternal slavery,
Became Clean,
Empty,
Dark,
Silent.