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A PHILOSOPHER'S DREAM

Threat of Religion straggles fast and furious.
Its blood-lust eyes see science and cult's adventures -
Their soaring wings aiming the sun, the yond;
So runs wild lest the raid wrecks God's abode.
But science has shot up yon interception.
Religion so spills blood in desperation.
It forces its presence at bloody cost.
As between science and God swings human trust.
Religion rallies 'round legions behind.
Science's oeuvre multiplies with humankind.
Will they cohabit, or in each other merge ?
Or be at war with co-destructive urge ?

Where puts religion better than own labour ?
Where takes us science our soul and home sever'd ?
Religion-bound inhabit we restricted,
When straddle we science lifted we're heart parted...
Religion is a bondage of human soul.
Science is a soulless swoop into the obscure.
Religion creeps into human emotion.
Science digs into our social foundation.
Religion thrives in psychotic dogmas.
Science leaves out crux in hunt for enigmas.
Religion is exploitative of God.
Science exploits Nature for baneful mold.
Religion is a lazy faith of progress.
Science is a double-edged sword of the race.
Religion stands a man against a man.
Science invents the bombs within a man.
Religion holds us back to savage past.
Science drags toward the calamitous last...

The life, the world, the god, and universe -
Are they all scientific or religious ?
One day a God I look'd from My Abode.
A vibrant Urb baptized the earth appear'd
Among billions of the heavenly matter
That navigated the infinite round the sphere...
Suddenly observed I a light of green
Writhe out of that Design of the Divine.
And then saw I the earth turn grey n 'emberous',
And vanish in the sameness of the others.
I tried to know what to the earth betided,
And why that light escaped, and where resided.
Puzzled I enter'd the universe to trace,
But soon the Vast soak'd me up to nothingness...

Back on the earth I watch'd in trepidation,
A million years had pass'd by the sojourn;
No birds, no beasts, no plants, no prints, and none.
The whole lay gloomy humans for good gone,
As bob'd up then some fossils from the Layers.
I heard their silent notes as read their stares :
Science and Religion wrought absolute death
As dried up the Love, the Soul, the Breath...

Sank I then deep into the gloom of Carbon...
And up I woke to sounds of blasts, and bombs,
And roars of violence, hatred, fouls, and frictions,
And screams of pains, sorrows, deprivations...

                         --- N P Samal

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