Great Mind Poem by chandra thiagarajan

Is it feasible
When I babble
That I fanned fair
Alphabets at random in the air
And they came to caper
And settled on paper
In the form of the Muse—
A poem to use?

When even for this work of a dot
There exists a mind of sort

Is it tangible
To say ‘tis a gamble

That the stars in ether
At a random chance did appear
The Universe, Galaxies and Cosmos
All formed on their own from a mass?

Can I thus pronounce
And the Great Mind denounce?