Monday, 19 October 2015


Someday, when the last god is dead
When the wind blows sand through the doors of time
When the last temple crumbles to nothingness –

Come with me, and I will show you
The things that shall be.


The imagination is lifted away
Into the vastness of wonder
We shall be what we can be
Glory lasting to eternity
We shall touch the last red star
We shall be the children of suns.


The tide of reason shall be unleashed
And wash away the fear of magic and the unknown
Forever, and it will be gone
The world can look back on itself and laugh,
Half-embarrassed, like a man
Looking back at his childhood toys.

Someday, when the fear of life is gone
Someday, when the chains are gone
Someday, when reason sits upon its throne
Then we will be free.

We will pass from darkness into the light
Of a thousand billion billion suns.

Someday we will be what we can be.


                                                             Copyright B Purkayastha 2015

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