The question

The sky is very clear tonight
And very close to my heart and sight
The stats separately woo my delight
Please, tell me why?

The scattered feathers of elegant clouds
Cleanse my soul of tattered doubts
Moving planned indeterminacy
Tell me why?

Why shouldn't we, robots, automatons be?
Look up and and down
All seriousness contrived,
Call the soil chemical compost
And tabulate the ions in the sky?

Why paint with beauty?
Why stoke the flames?
Of passionate love and tenderness

Why not like animals procreate
And thrive to survive
At any rate?

Tell me why
We're given eyes to seek
And absorb and adulate
Radiant light
Tell me why
The darkness of deserted skies
Bring out regrets and reveries?

If joy and regret
Are components
Of this corporeal human frame
How can we restricted be
By atoms molecules and
Logic gates?

I break my atoms
In Holy mass
Partake each sub particle
And tell me please
When you have broken
Down, every bit of me

What immutable singularity
It is, you see in me?

Higgs Boson God particles
Fly faster than wraiths of spectral dreams
And at the moment of capture
Mass eludes
Electing to transmute to energy.

Tell me why
You would like to pin
The butterfly deep within
Kill the cocoon of pondering

Tell me why?

For I'm only a caterpillar
Yet I dream
That I may be
Sheathed in sequin wings
To fly.

(c) Amrita Valan 2017