BEYOND HUMAN KEN
Subbuswamy Krishnamurthy
Deep in the depths of Oceans
lie diamonds, gems and pearls
hidden, unexplored, to no purpose.
In the midst of population explosion
unknown geniuses grow, serve humanity
and die ultimately unhonoured,
unsung,
— alas! to no purpose.
In the verdant green jungle grass
sweet-smelling, tiny sprouts of
aromatic foliage dried, deodorised,
crushed under the elephant’s strides.
To what purpose I ask
the Saviour, do the
gaseous galaxies get the gallows?
merged in the larger layers.
Life has no rhythm,
Yet a scientific miracle.
Pity the ants in their ant-hills
when the bull-dozer passes over,
so do the angels from above, seeking
us
give their last laugh,
alas! when death devours us all,
— life drama’s end to no purpose.