Chaos

The world is
but an unfortunate accident
The immortal play
of Gods and Goddesses
Rasa-lila, the erotic love
out of that a man
He will not be a' lone
so a woman
The Avalanche of creation

Creation is
but a fortunate accident
Without it
neither you nor me
You and me
somehow become we
We, the society
then a government, a state
The Avalanche of Nation

A Nation is
but mis-representation
Mis-representatives
it comprises
They rule or serve
a question not to be asked
You and I do not know
yet we seems to know all
The Avalanche of International

International is
but a misnomer
Nothing really is international
everything is mine
Mine is everything
The Universe exists
because I think
The Avalanche of Universe

The Universe is
but atoms and molecules
Electron and proton
neutron and positron
In eternal work
of an abysmal infinite chaos
Chaos is
what we all are!

The world is but an unfortunate accident
The immortal play of Gods and Goddesses
The result is
Nothing more than
a spite of an infernal chaos .