Had You Been A Poet…
(To late Stephen Hawking)
World just passed by
like a cat, its fur rubbing against you.
It did not expect you to discover
a theory of everything anyway.
The dark matter remains dark
even after your entry.
This tiny being on this little planet
knows only one secret:
that secrets are secrets -
not that it is no knowledge.
Galaxies have been made not by laws alone,
but by accidents too,
like our own small lives.
Definitions have little scope, then,
whether of Karma or of Brahma.
Our brain is too small, and universes,
huge, infinite, mysterious: enough for
many generations of philosophers.
Universes would have been, even without us.
They are indifferent to our discoveries.
Had you been a poet, you
would have understood things better:
like Kabir, Allama Prabhu,