It’s undesired to find a fleck
Of black upon a new white page;
One either tries to wipe the fleck
Or gets another taintless page.
A single crater on a pot
Can spoil the symmetry of it;
The potter can rework the pot,
Removing every flaw from it.
A suchlike thing cropped up today—
A nimbus stained the clear blue sky.
The morning was all bright today.
At high noon, blackness filled the sky.
But though a page and pot are small
Mutable things in man’s control,
Before Queen Nature, we are small
Marionettes in her control.
Shamik Banerjee is a poet from India. He resides in Assam with his parents. His poems have appeared in The Society of Classical Poets, Fevers of the Mind, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Westward Quarterly, Ekstasis, The Hypertexts, among others, and some of his poems are forthcoming in Willow Review and Modern Reformation, to name a few.