Dust to Dust
Guarded by an iron door,
The king sits on his throne;
Without a care in the world,
Couldn’t have asked for more
When the wars were waged,
He sought a shred of symphony
Amidst the sorrow, loss and despair
And all the ugly cacophony.
Green fields turned red,
And then, from red to black.
The inexorable putrefaction
Never did bring anyone back.
A moment of clarity, when dawned
The king stepped off his throne;
Repenting the lives he had taken
If only sooner had he known-
Strolling through the cosmos,
We’re but a mere speck of dust.
This pale blue dot we reside on,
Has been kind and harsh, but always just.
The long lullaby of life,
Would bring everyone to sleep;
And the universe shall go on
With just memories to keep.
In the grand scheme of things,
All the wars are futile;
And the unfathomable time shall reduce
The kingdoms to rubble, and pile.
—
Inspired by Carl Sagan’s “Pale Blue Dot”
Originally published at www.bhaveekdesai.ml on March 31, 2018.
