Poetry

There Is No Chaos Theory II

‘I’ am the Composer of lovely climates.
‘I’ am the Creator of sea-sons or seasons!

Ya evolved Numacrap’s
Existence is soulless mere-dust!
From the Alpha to Omega !

Those
Who hurl
War
And blood culture
Are unaware that
It’s a
Boomerang !

Mere-dust evolved eyes
Which
Tried to
Scale the stars
Are eaten by worms.

Neither heart
Nor love / ego
Six
Feet
Under.

                        ~ Sanju Clement

                     Kerala, India

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