Existence of human life is derived from living microbes,
Living microbes created from carbon, hydrogen oxygen and other elements from earth’s matter,
Cell development three billion years ago has led to creation and subsistence of plants and animals,
Living ecosystem and animals developed from monkeys to apes,
Evolution of apes to human’s transition has been the most controversial phenomena,

Making brains think of black hole and big bang theories,
Bringing Theory of coexistence and Theory of Evolution in place,
Finding substantial evidence is key to understanding the formation of life,
Where 7 theories on origin of life was initiated,
Biogenesis and abiogenesis became the cult of living hypothesis,

Where DNA and RNA has given the living forms to read the genetic blueprint,
Searching for the new theories of existence and evolution,
Developing new atmosphere in the universe across earth, ocean and sky,
Where each process is dependent on natural existence,
Life is moving with the physicochemistry of biological survival.

By Madhusudan Dabhole

That the world is a poem of life
where we create the emotion of sigh
to better ourselves with all happiness
but forget the sorrows build around

making all the life on earth a mystery
origin was simple but dynamics are complex
imagining the destruction of future
the poem of Life resurrects the truth of existence

The chilling darkness with a fright night,
dawned a labryinth with a dead sight,
the roof of the world falling on the wattle huts,
and tremors created, shaking up the earth's crust

The catastrophe occurred without one's conscience
the lightening struck, rocks crumbled,
as the banshee waited with bated breath,
to ask, O God, " cui Bono" ?

The lush green fields flushed,  dancing the lullaby,
thou, who curdled and nurtured us like thy baby,
asking " why thee destroy us, who created you"?

That the graveyard left no place for burial,
the earth created a grave for undead,
I ask you, "O Mighty, where shall I find peace to lay down my soul"?

As the mothers womb evacuate to parturite,
the devil of krakatora arose from the earth,
and created a black hole as smooth as silk,
my heart cried, thinking"Holy Aborigines, cui bono"

with richer dreams slept the human mind,
their thoughts fulfilled, by diversified montony swinging into action, I ask,"Is these flesh worth only to be crushed by stones"?

Scorching heat at Wadia hospital Mumbai 11.30 am May 8th 1971,
      stepped in all of 1.1 kg difficult to survive with faith,
named per wish of my grandma, left a year early for me to breath
childhood was roguish and wanders with no point of crusade,

Mentoring and guidance enlightened the change of perception,
     Pa and mom nurtured tirelessly for me to a better being  
     love kindled and heart bloomed to survive the intellect,
     growing up from minion to somebody was a challenge,
       making roads to **** the mountain required efforts
to serve mankind developing biobetters, up way to achievement

Nuptials matured inner peripatetic bringing the focus to explore,  
        soul mate and then version boomed it up to ridge
am I thinking that the gods have blessed each.

The Storm

The sea of clouds crowned with feathers
Laughing at the stars, tearing Stormy weather,
Fighting with the moon to make way for the rains,
Ire on face, giving nature the crumb of pains

The flowering of the Lily, and the swirling of the dews,
Frightening bees, looking for beehive nowhere in view
Sweating and sprinting against rising puddle,
rushing to the leaves, to cuddle each other,

the Peacock dancing on one leg, with rabbits humming the rhythm of rainbow,
and listening to the Opera from the cuckoo's nest,
behold the moon hiding aback with despondency,
to bath the orb in a blanket of gleam for survival of nature.

Madhusudan Dabhole

Along a bridge sat an old man,
staring at the sky, like an insane,
But, alas, he had lost his both legs,
that is why he seems to beg,
with a long white rugged hair, holding crouches of pair,
his clothes were in rags, with no one to care

He wished his death to be near, for his heart bled, Iris shed tears,
cursing almighty for giving a lame life,
unlucky to have a caring, beautiful wife,

deep in the mind was sorrow, for not a soul will pity over his grave,
when he would vanish into earth's crust,
to be a part of nature's dust.

Human brains vie with the complex research dwelling in labs,
unshackle the deadly covid19 virus in universe,
Making one vulnerable perish to earth,
inflicting the pain, with each one restraint
momentum arrested  and  birth restricted

realm doomed,  nowhere to move
mind weakened body losing the personality poise
we humans will fight and again rise
to make the world a dazzling nice
even though we have paid the hugh price.

akin to Rudra present in every nugget of Kashi,
Modi is present in every Indian heart,
shaping the nagari of shiva on the Ganga ghat,
like great Hindu saints Tulsidas and Swami Vivekananda,
chanting har har mahadev of fourth khanda in kashi,
Modi has formed a clean holy arth Ganga

like the lord shiva who is truly indestructible and creator,
Nation will value the Philosophy of Modi,
transforming the 70 years of civilization,
where each one will cherish the history
for precisely creating the bliss of credence in India

Modi represents Jñāna Śaktī as well Citta Śaktī,
has created a strong social and political framework,
inching ahead towards development of each soul,
taking care of nature and earthy soil towards salvation,
Nation is blessed to have a swami in Modi,
guiding the thoughts and vision of 1.39 billion to illuminate each identity.