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God’s Room
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By: Ashok Veerasekaran
(chemistry Bsc)
Competition Year: 2012 Votes (0) | Comments (0) |
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God sits upon his thrown in his room
He looks down upon his creation
Humans are no longer his race to groom
His room is heated by a torch
In his presence, a man-made appliance
The strength of humanity radiates from it
Fuelled by the power of science.
Outside the soft-lit window
Stands a tower of glass and steel
Built from mortal visions of heaven
By Men of immaculate zeal
In the shadow of the hallway
The horror of a mushroom bloom
Shades of grey, of pain. His children slain
The fallen angel’s task resumes.
Huddled in a shaded corner
Sits a creature, betrayed by humanity
Abused with substances, it suffers
Symbolic of Man’s depravity
And on the long metallic table
Blood flows from a young, wounded man
A wizard works with healing hands and sharp eyes
This young man will once again stand
And up! upon the star studded ceiling
Floats a man in outlandish suit
He looks down through god with awed amazement
Cannot see, but is close to the truth
So, God now opens his leather-bound masterpiece
He cherishes man’s achievements.
Glory, pain and success. His mistakes. His conceit
There are empty pages waiting
In a story that is far from complete
