Statistics Poem by Sadhana Gautam

The average smell weighs 760 nanograms.
By all means, refute this, metaphorically.
Because,
The whiff of that earthy smell
That overwhelms your senses,
But only when you are too close
Like it's meant to be a secret,
Should not be insulted by the inessential units.
Abundance doesn't always imply significance,
Less is sometimes anything other than frivolous.

The odds of being killed by space debris is 1 in 5 million
So, I am told
But, what about the elegance in the notion
That we are all shaped out of stardust,
That no matter how it ends
It is going to be a celestial occurring.
Because that's how it has always been.
It is not possible for things
To be any other way.

Only 1 in 2 billion is killed by a lightning
But, when a person suddenly leaves
Leaving nothing but a streak of light in their departure,
You are left to wonder if they ever were there
Let no one tell you it doesn't kill
Albeit, a part of you
But portion doesn't equal importance.

Cows have best friends for life;
Otters have rocks they like
More than any other rock in existence;
Dolphins name each other;
And Octopuses are gardeners.
So are you and so do you.

We are but a tiny speck in this enormous reality
If it really is reality.
Feelings are fleeting; or
Dig in deep and make a home in you.
Comparison and statistics aren't well suited
For the matters of your heart
And everything is a matter of your heart.
Ignorance is acceptable-
Stellar as we are, intricacies come with.