Ajit Das

Nature's Fury - Poem by Ajit Das

When Homo sapiens hit upon the atomic fission,
he raised the spectre of a future: dark, dismal –
Satan in charge, God exiled.

Then he cloned Dolly, castrating sex,
portending a whole world of fakes.
His reckless hands dig out roots, snap links.

The centre seems shadowy, fragments real.
The grand orchestra of life sounds hollow,
creaking like a faulty radio.

Darwin’s fittest on another highway,
stoned with digital dope,
treks the stars for galactic rendezvous.

But, here, in analogue world,
his gizmos dot com proves brittle, funny;
all vanish in a moment under Nature’s fury.

Down the ages in a flash
he is hurtled back to the dark of his cave
through animal skins and staves.

Does the super ape ever surf
the euphoric Net to access any cosmic role
in human agony for his own sin and folly?

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  • Edmund Strolis (11/30/2015 9:07:00 PM)

    Creaking like a faulty radio. Your words ring true and bring doubt when the grand orchestra sounds hollow. A high tech world surpassing and dazzling the young minds all fall short when nature's fury reveals the weak dependent beings that modern crutches have turned us into. Once again hurtled back to the dark of the cave. I wonder often at the sentiments that you express so well. Good to know that there is another light in the cave. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 29, 2015

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