Teesta Review: A
Journal of Poetry, Volume 4, Number 1. May 2021. ISSN: 2581-7094
God’s Magic Crayons
When God was just
a little child…
And he had nothing much
to play with
They gave him some plain
white paper
And a box of Magic
Crayons
To help his imagination
run wild.
His first try was rather
sloppy
Squiggled sheet,
perfunctorily crumpled into a ball
Soon he had quite a few
strewn around
As he struggled to
produce his masterpiece
To hang on the celestial
wall.
He jogged his mind for
fresh ideas
But it got him into a
very foul mood
Godliness was so
unexciting and flat
So he crayoned a
menacing backdrop
And added a few ugly
Dinos to that.
But the daunting Dinos
were too gentle for chaos
So he swapped them with
a creature called Man
All it needed was some
legacy for mayhem
So he rubbed colors of
religion into its brain
Call that inspired
artistry!!?...Well, think again..!
Written in early 2002, this poem was inspired by the events of
September 11 when the twin towers were brought down in New York city by
airborne global terrorists. It has been written in the waterfall (cascading)
style, in which the first line of the first stanza rhymes with the last line,
the second line of the second stanza rhymes with the last line…and so on.