OUR EARTH
By A. N. S. MURTHI
I
went to our nearest star
With
a telescope
Powerful
a thousand times more
Than
the one at
Thro’
it I spied at our earth
Spot
it I couldn’t
Tho’ tried with all my
strength
Of
sight and ceaseless effort
With
greatest care focussed
And
peered and saw
What
seemed a speck of dust,
Might
not, might be our earth.
Not that good light wasn’t there
But
’cause, I bet,
To
other bodies stellar
Compared,
was earth, mere dust.
It
seemed almost-negligible
In
the general scheme
Of
creation, our planet little,
Though
man thinks high of himself;
Doth
rave and fight and feed
As
though he could
For
aeons of time live, breed;
E’en makes the Formless in
his own image!