Across the sky, displaying a white trail.
It lugs on its flight a timeline of people
From different lands, on the same trail.
Is not earth a galactic plane orbiting in
Space, carting people of diverse climes?
Nonstop rhythmic, it keeps on chugging
In its orbit,humming the diurnal chimes!
We happen to be on joyride, all the time
Grooving and savouring, till the last day.
Let's look for some reason, some rhyme
Some rationale, for this persistent play.
Einstein's letter to Lieseri, his daughter
Says that science as yet knows nothing
About the powerful force that can alter
The wellbeing of earth, with its upswing.
He wrote, that puissant force was LOVE
That could blast all hate to smithereens.
If 'M' in his equation is replaced by Love
That shall be the death knell of screams!
Love is quintessence.It's the prime mover
It's behind every phenomenon of cosmos.
He asked his daughter to shield the letter
Till society doesn't discard it as brumous.
Om Shantih
Ajit Sambodhi.
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