RETELLING OF THE BIG BANG
this is how it began, a pair of cosmos
velocities obscured and a fire of electrons
a void of gas inborne by a single point in history, a quark
when nothing was nowhere
a superfluous war between matter and anti matter
the matter tailing the presence and perfection
of the trodden movements held by the anti matter
packed with armors and swords, clashing on
a heavy ground of emptiness that formed within
5 seconds of their fierce and raw existence
ruins of the insubstantial, floating and annihilating, years later
a throne of substance and the crown wielded
for the matter, a truce between a multitude of
particles that came together to form atoms
hydrogen, the first born of the clan
formation of stars, formation of galaxies
all but a cluster of atoms in space, everything pitch black
expansion of the gap and explosion of gas
emergence of black holes within a mould
a burning ball of helium that paved a way for human intelligence
we now call it the sun
a myriad of flaming rocks that intertwined and formed an orbit
around the sun
revoluting on it with force and conviction
with their own belts of burden and traits that weigh a ton
with their own balls of flaming rocks orbitting around them
with space dust dipped in it's survival and perservation
one such doomed rock outshone
where bacteria grew and life began
some odd million years later, now
here we are
reciting poetry and having a blast
Supreet Dodani (she/her) is an 18 year old from Delhi, India. She is working as a poetry/prose reader for Levatio magazine and is currently pursuing English literature as her major. Her wish is to one day write something as powerful as Wit by Margaret Edson.