The Birth Of The Universe Poem by Pratheek Praveen Kumar in Calm Reflections

The birth of the universe, how and why, we know naught,
All indeed began, some say, as a shapeless invisible dot
Of density for tiny humans like us do unimaginably lot,
And made of what and how any anywhere knows not,
Studies in physics, biology, cosmology and chemistry,
Took up to Planck's barrier and there remained a mystery.

From a timeless naught that is indefinitely vast
Sprouted all outward in a universal blast
And carried the cradle of energy and matter
In the heart of the heat that flared everywhere
And sprang up the universe out of the naught,
Its atoms, suns, life, consciousness and light.

The birth of the universe signals the start
Of the drama of which we all are part.