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Earth’s Melancholia The poem of alphabets

A for Albert Einstein

O dear god, what have you done to

me? who discovered the Black hole;

Isn’t my maltreatment over yet?

The descendants of my realm are There was also Alexander

Unequivocally out of their capacity.
O dear god, what have you done to who fought and conquered the world.
The canopy of the flora is at a me?

plummet.
Isn’t the torture over yet?

The curtains of bergs of the Then there was Graham Bell

extremest are torpedo hit. who made the Telephone;
O dear god, what are you waiting
for? This is what you gave me of He made Television too

Help me! I am suffocating my undying fidelity? by which the kids were jazzed

Humans can wear mask

But have you ever cared,

Who will mask me? Let’s not forget Karl Benz, a German

O dear god , answer my questions! engineer;

No ifs, ands or buts about it He built an automobile

No sin labelled on me but To be powered by an engine to make it quick.

O dear god, you might lose me Just here wrapping the sins of
quickly!
Mankind under my skin.
For that create a miracle . Read about Lippershey

In the race of humans who brought to us the telescope;

Put some sense of empathy
Inverted images were to be formed and x-ray

And make them empirical.
studies could be done.

With this you could see celestial bodies, but

not the invisible ozone !

Sara Powar (IX) Sukhada Bhanap (VII)