What Is Next? Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

I like the way you burst,
Once you burst your womb,
Then you burst your breast,
Now you burst your eyes,
I can't stop the bursting of my laughter.
Once you played with the elves,
Then you played with the clouds,
Now you play with the doubts,
I can't stop playing with my thoughts.
Once you wrote about 'the light',
Then you praised the ‘space of air',
Now you blabber as a child,
I can't stop looking at you in disbelief.
You had taught your clones' one, five and three,
Where the reactions precedes the action spree,
Light, sun, moon, river, dust and moses,
Let all your wishes to be fulfilled.