Whenever I hear of the 'Big Bang Theory'
It makes my eyes grow rather teary.
I think the theory's rather odd;
We came from a bang, and not from God.
But scientists insist we must
Believe the universe came from dust;
Squeezed in a black hole so tight
That nothing escaped, not even light;
Until it went critical and exploded out,
And that's how the universe came about.
Believe in this theory if you must.
But who created that cosmic dust?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem