they say,
these eminent scientists,
the universe is expanding;
but what they didn’t know
these most knowledgeable scientists
so is my home expanding,
like the universe
see, I started with a house
in which I could walk within two minutes
and when I lay down in bed
it was like being in a box;
and the trees
all round the home
they towered over my roof
but last year when I woke up
I noticed a delightful thing:
the house had reached the trees
and the trees in jealousy
were scratching the windows
three months later
my room had taken me
to heights like I lived in Trump Tower
and the walls had reached
the Brisbane River;
and the trees all round the Sunshine State
when I looked out my window
were no more than toothpicks
and yet soon
in a matter of months
the Sydney Opera House
was but a backpacker’s motel
and the Uluru but a red pebble
and still my house expanded
and all the world aspired
to its dizzying heights
and swarga dimensions
and depth;
and still my house kept growing
and no one could hold it back
from its explosive adolescent growth
and now when I look
out my window
the clouds
are far below
and the moon
glides past for a peek
and begs to come in;
and of course I do see you petty mortals
like tiny ants there
looking green at my house
that is expanding as wide and measureless
as the expanding universe
and of course
the scientists
now have grown wise
after the event
and there is great rush
and hurly-burly
amongst the scientific fraternity
and maternity
to formulate a new theory
called the home theory
which goes to the truth of cosmology:
the universe emulates my house
Raj Arumugam
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-home-like-the-universe-is-expanding/
