The Tomb That God Built... Poem by RK

Do you know of the Sacred Tomb
Built by someone called God?
It's now floating in galaxy,
Though small, once it was broad;
Through ghastly orbit it circles
Where no one seems to trod;
But there were times when planets rolled
By this Tomb, they would nod...

This Tomb was built for mortal kinds
According to news, last;
They had unmatched technologies
Their science was growing fast,
We saw their rockets frequently
And Jets upon sky, vast;
Sometimes ago, out of nowhere
We heard a sudden blast!

We did send some scout-ships out there
To examine its nature:
Did not find any sign of life,
Perhaps won't too in future;
With abrupt volcanic erupts,
This land's brutally tortured;
Further exploration revealed
No longer it can nurture...

We have, however, collected
One electroplated piece,
Though we are not familiar
With its unknown linguistics,
Our lexicographer informed
It had morse codes released -
When deciphered in our language
The code looked quite like this...


' With 'father Sun and mother Moon',
Nine siblings I embraced,
I was lined up in Milky Way
And ended third in race,
While rounding miles of galaxy
The endless stars I chased;
And now upon the universe
I can't trace my own face...

There once was time when I was green
With precious flowers' bloom,
I had the flow of seven seas
With my faunal resume,
All seasons used to spread on me
With their divine perfume;
But soon I saw some towers rise
With toxic fluid and fume...

These towers were built by one specie
Called Homo Sapiens
And scientists claim they once were apes
Hugged trees with resilience,
Though priests would say God created them
In divine ambience;
They were the wisest of species
While lacking common sense...

These humans were once together
But soon they got divided
To cultures, races, religions -
They were differently guided,
While residing on my surface
Fed on what I provided;
Though battles for power and control
Always on me presided...

They dug my layer in search of wealth
And soon they became rich,
Using this wealth they produced bombs
I frequently felt itch
And exploded for several times
But none could hear my speech;
They forgot stitching my furrowed lands
For which I had my glitch

One day, I saw black V of Jets,
Spreading upon sky, vast;
While feeling their nuclear attacks
Saw humans mesh with dust;
Other species died with them too
Now no life's here to last -
Aimed at those Jets, raised my volcano
And had my final blast...

Perhaps there will be new species
Perhaps I'll have rebirth,
But I don't want to live again
For I have lost my mirth;
To live I tried, could not survive,
Perhaps I was not worth;
And though I'm dead, I still recall
My wretched name was Earth'...


So, there's the Tomb once built by God,
It's twisting by the stars,
Floating alone through mist and blurs
Beneath the universe,
Quietly whirling in bitter breeze
Once pretty, now bizarre -
Once built by God, it's wasted now,
Blazing with fiery scars...