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