May Nature Give Us Long Rope Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

You may soar in skies far-off set,
Walk on the Moon's rugged surface,
Or move around any a planet—
But still nigh but at a snail's pace,
You may know of the distant stars,
May choose to settle down on Mars,
You may create heaven on Earth,
But still you are a pigmy's worth—
Helpless, pitted with Nature's might,
A babe still, lost in utter plight.

If world were a huge train,
And Nature an engine on run,
Passengers we all in some strain,
Pray, what's our destined station?
Tickets given, but not in hand,
We, destiny dependent,
Travelling, but not knowing where,
Getting dropped anywhere
With prayer: may God bless,
Passengers yes, are we helpless.

Yet, if we go with Nature,
Knowing well of our stature,
There still is some rosy hope,
May Nature give us long rope.
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Musings | 14.12.2017 |