A Machine Ticking Out Of Tune Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Things nearest to mankind
Reminding one of Nature
Be greens— plants and trees.

From seedlings arise trees,
From grown up trees, flowers,
Flowers in season bear fruits,
Fruits in their bellies bear seeds.

In a seed is seen a tree
That propagates seeds,
And the cycle goes on.

The seed of the word is atom,
Atom vibrating in vacuum,
Latent energy, not much else
Save its immense potential.

If micro feels no close to macro,
And macro, not to micro,
The breath gets broken, rhythm lost,
And cosmos all but dead ghost.

That is how man seems to look:
From cosmic feelings immune,
A machine ticking out of tune!
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Reflections | 07.10.15 |