Musing 72 Poem by shuvo chakraborty

There have been no hell or heaven
Nor any divine lots for our rescue
It is our intelligence supreme in universe.
Intuition and perception refined are not
With eyes equal for even distribution among mankind,
Those in the corner of twilight or at night
Will refuse forever the gifts of salvation generous
And hooded falcon will always be at a call
Of cunning falconer to prow at bacon light
For diffusing the smitten fire at earliest.