Dr. Krishna Raj D.C.
I am Einstein father of Hermann, the son of Germany
Contributing outstanding bestowals, I am sciences formula for this world
My childhood took off in the village near Uhlm
Came up with mammoth reality in the very tender age
The village was small there was a tiny community of Jewish
I had to live the world on my own
The likelihood of love and affection of a mother
Paved the path like a dawn for a new horizonÂ
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I left the country while getting educationÂ
I left with the vision of tyrannous Hitlerism on the Jews
My brothers where burnt alive in huge barrage of blaze
I then wandered in search of a place to surviveÂ
But it wasn’t easy to leave the father’s houseÂ
It was impossible to receive the same love and affection like that of a motherÂ
It was impossible to part with the love and affection of friendsÂ
But it was such place where even it desired to stay I call survive to longerÂ
Hey wise, respected, majestic ! Hey proponent of peace!
I set off with farsighted ambitionsÂ
Stayed by renting for several years in a new countryÂ
Ultimately, I was compelled to write a letter proclaiming the warÂ
The impact of my letter formulated the first ever nuclear bomb
The Death toll mounted in the Earth and wide spread terror sparked offÂ
I didn’t realize the consequence will the shape of bereavement for peopleÂ
Today regret and feel sad
If I say there’s no religion, Â the entire world can be under dark cloudsÂ
If I say there’s no God, a huge volcano of destruction may ariseÂ
If I say there’s no perception at all, devastating aftermath may pop up
If I say science’s everything, atomic may evoke terror
Today there’s nothing new in this world which was stopped in its rootÂ
They still Subsist but they only can be seen rarelyÂ
People mourn by complaining that everything have demolishedÂ
If you say it’s indestructible you are left with nothing besides sitting and watching the worldÂ
Entire power can never be destroyed it can neither be createdÂ
All the abhorrence that were created in this Earth can’t be ameliorated Â
All the things here are proportionately subordinateÂ
Nothing can expected to be autonomous in this world; even broad feelings can’t be trusted
[DC, PhD, is the central secretary of Nepali Writers’ Association. Author of seven poetic volumes, he also has many other books in the offing.]