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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