By Amit Kumar
Let’s unlearn fire,
just for a day.
Let the stars speak,
the older way.
Let the ink go dry,
on books of steel,
and touch the soil,
enough to feel.
Put down the wires,
the glass, the code,
step off the march,
we’ve long outgrown.
Forget the name,
we gave the sky.
the stars were never,
ours to buy.
Undo the wheel,
unbuild the spire.
Lay down the throne,
and unlearn fire.
Let cities sleep,
in their own dust.
And learn again,
the art of trust.
What did we gain,
from naming all?
A thousand gods,
but none to call.
We mapped the heart,
but lost the beat.
We farmed the sun,
but grew no wheat.
We conquered time,
and lost the now.
We built a world,
that won’t allow.
Not with an explosion,
but with a whisper.
A softened world,
its roots grown crisper.
Where silence tells,
what words let slip.
The seed of grace,
on truth’s old lip.
So let us hush,
the clever head.
And sing like roots,
beneath the dead.
Not for retreat,
nor for regret,
but to recall,
what we forget.
Not to destroy,
but to inspire.
A wiser flame,
than that first fire.
So let it be,
'Dev' will remain.
A voice that burned,
to bless the rain.