Random Descent By Jayanata Mahaptara

I turning over the pages of the book Random Descent Knowing it not What it is in the book Beginning with the poem Genesis Followed by Winter in the City, Palmistry, A Growing Ground, Blue of The Sky, Rice, Traveller, Happening, The Uncertainty of Colour, Signs, Mother Teresa, A Gray Haze Over The Rice Fields, Shadow, The Wall, The Song of The Door And so on. Random Descent as a book Is not an easy book of verse, But complex and disturbing As is the poetry of Mahapatra Writing and drawing from physics And its chapters, The chapters of light and darkness, The origin of universe And of creation, Bare and realistic And contradictory Playing absurdity And the drama of existential consciousness, Drawing mainly from vacuum, Spacer and blank thinking. The poetry if nothingness is it, Of the no-man for the no-man Living in a no-man's land Without an entity, Identity of own, The poetry of existential consciousness, Is it, The drama of absurd and meaningless living, Why am I here, Why are we, What the purpose of ours, Where will this astronomy, astrology lead to Finally, say you?