Hawking Radiation, Poetry And Politics Poem by Chandan Dey

development, direction and democracy
how are they chemically tied up?
in the consideration of a free bird

the first one is its fleshy part, i.e. body
the second one is its wings
and the third one is the sky where it flies.

the bird becomes happy as they're all put on a string,
but turns out to be an anguished flying lump
as they're separated by a truncated frightened storm.

like a torn leaf it roves in the air
but never gives up hope;
the oracle of the thunder echoes the truth-

you can make politics but can't see
the hidden rays of politics that even remains
in the ubiquitous dark.

it is like that Hawking Radiation-
you can see by imagination,
not by experimentation!