ON A STORMY NIGHT
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.