They do say
the world is hanging
on the wire like a droplet!

Scheme of things of God
Face criticism
from those foolish minds
Who can't create
Even a single particle of dust
Or a particular piece of hair
Thought they rejoice and pride
In their successful science

No water in the blank future.
What an amazing irony.

People float on water
And it carries them
off the shore
Houses capsize in the lanes
And the elephants
keep sleeping

It is superstition

In the park
The grass wears
a new dress
With embroidery
of white pearls
The sparrows play and hop
On the shoulders
of young twigs
And the lizards slide
Down the backs of trees

Each day
I watch all these paintings
When it is sparkle here
And when it is dust

Why are all these happening?
Is it too superstition?

Nobody knows
When God
will stop sending
Infants and Joeys
Down the earth

At the moment
Things are happening
In their own way

Say the world
Is the biggest Everest
Say it is unshakeable
Without His behest