The sky is dark

and the heavens in disharmony.

Oh ! What it means

for the man below.

The earth shakes and mortals tremble

in awe of that they do not know.


Yet men palter and spit aloud

till their throats clog for further venom.

They shake their feeble limbs

and bang their hollow chess.

And say they  are the strongest one.


But soon they run with face aghast

While winds uproot their huts and lives

Ocean tongues swallow their slim boats

and rain steal their grains ripe.


What rules the world? What guides the stars?

I know not, no man can tell.

All I do is raise my hand

to praise all that is immortal.

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