Towards The North-East: A Dream Poem by HARVENDRA SINGH

Towards the north-east, in the dark of night,
With a sudden flash, came a shaft of light.
From the eastern corner upto the southern side,
Into a shape of screen, some rays scatter'd wide.
Later the screen, over the chest of space,
Began to form a big square interface,
Kilometers of length and miles of height.
Over it some news headlines caught my sight.
The headlines were from different nations,
With different themes and different animations.
Later the screen went to the western side
Then to the south and to the northern wide.
And finally, to broadcast it's latest news
The interface flashed with multiple hews.
I was amazed and overjoyed to watch
Our scientific progress and the mode of it's dispatch.
But the last news that was played over screen
Alarm'd and aroused me from my dreamy scene.
—'We are going to have a nuclear war.
No broadcasting will remain viable after this jar.'
Thus the science was going to destroy science
And the world was going to sleep in nescience.
Would that we had never any science at all
Or; my dream should neither be true nor befall!

-Harvendra Singh