Speck of Dust
Look up in the awe of the night-sky, Said Tyson
Wonder, dream, question and speculate, said the lot.
So I did. So I did.
I looked up... up to the night-sky
Oh! The serenity, the beauty,
Stars dancing in the faraway places
To the cosmic tunes. I was hooked.
Don't just admire. Don't just look, Said Tyson
Look up and question, Said Hawking
Question.Question. Said the lot.
Question!
So I did. So I did.
I looked up and questioned–
Is anybody out there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
I looked up and questioned–
Do I matter? Do I matter?
Do I matter– to you– the Stars?
Do I matter– to you– the Universe?
Do I matter?
Instant Regrets– regrets like the waves of violent lights flooded me.
The Universe had answered.
The Answer— was obvious.
Wrong question, Said Hawking and Tyson
Wrong question.
I was looking for Hawking and Tyson,
For Sagan and Galileo,
I was looking for Van Gogh.
Instead Nietzsche Glared at me.
Instead Nietzsche Glared at me.
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