If hope does not swelter
into dropless ocean
If freedom does not freeze
in the unfathomable abyss
Our lives would not
have been attested
by the Ultimates.
If the Great Flood breached
our dam of morality,
If silent prayers in Kabah
were noised by impiety,
If the Analects was burnt
and shattered into ashes;
If the storm of Shiva passed
leaving nothing but treaches-
I ask you all, what you believe in.
Invictus, Hercules,
strong amongst the strongest;
Gilgamesh, Sundiata,
wise amongst the wisest.
Yet sadly a page of myth merely
they were carved or imprinted.
I ask you all, why you come here.
A tiny speck of atom
hides a universe of quarks;
A immense solar system
hides twofold: light and dark.
The sprint of a leopard
outwins Not a gazelle's race,
which cannot beat a bicycle,
a car, a train, a plane,
a spaceship, a transpace.
I ask you all, what the measure is.
Questions after questions,
tiring after tiredness,
labor after bildungsroman:
survival of the fittest.
When gospels lost their gloss
When spirits driven by blood
When pursuit became a devoid
I shall then ask you all,
where you are going.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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