Treasure Island

Biswajit Basu


Mother Earth


Floating in the spacetime of our cosmos,
Endlessly orbiting round and round,
Riding upon a silvery sunbeam,
Mysterious and profound,
Is the only place we have lease to live,
In the immensity of space,
Where time goes only forward,
At a mystifying flexible pace.

On this infinitesimal speck of stardust,
A grain of sand upon a lonely beach,
Is where we love, cry and lust,
And strive for happiness to reach
But Man with his warped wisdom, bases everything on its worth,
Forgetting that he inherited the whole Universe for free,
Simply by being born on our Mother Earth.

Submitted: Thursday, March 28, 2013
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Nature gave us the Universe free but Man parcels it out to fellow Man at a price.

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