How was the universe created? How did the creation come into being? How did the story begin? How to take to it theologically or should we go after physics and its theories or through biology we may come to understand the whole gamut, the riddle of life? Survival theories, survival of the fittest may opine it otherwise. What does science say about the mysterious universe?

The poet is describing it poetically. How have the atoms and particles been sparked? How have the things taken to their shapes? How did they get molded and transformed?

The Big Bang theory, he relates to together with many theories we read in linguistics and philology. The story of Adam and Eve is already before us which Milton has used in his work. The concept of Brahman also moves before the eyes. How the white egg is! Is the creation like an egg? Which came first, the egg or life? How the womb of Creation?

How does a lively creature come out of an egg? How does the lotus appear from a dunghill and muck? None can explain what is hidden underneath, what mine or treasure! Who is endowed with what streak of talent! The genesis stuff, it is difficult to delve deep into that matter.

How have the things been created? Seeing them, we feel it, who created them when? Who has the mountains, ravines, vales, dales, lakes, glaciers and hills, plateaus, deserts, woods and ice lands?  Who to say it about geographical mysteries? Or should we take to Darwin’s The Origin of Species?

From a grain to a pebble to a rock and from an egg  to a fledgling to a peacock, how appalling the myth of creation! How the riot of colors visible! How the playful dance of the peacock! And as thus things get created, so beauteous, wondrous and supreme arousing surprise in us for the Almighty, the great Creator, the Master Mind behind it all.

Where the ultimate path? Where the Pathway End? Where do the paths lead to? Where do all the paths go to? Oh, this maze of! To the philosopher, it is but a maze so full of unsolved mysteries and to the poet, this is but a pageant to see and describe. If this be the truth, the Mystery Unknowable, Unresolved, how would it be the Master in His making! How wonderful would it be if His might we can but know it which but we cannot guess it!

From a grain to a pebble
From a pebble to a rock
From an egg to a fledgeling
From a fledgeling to a peacock
The playful procession of pulsating particles
Moves on
To create and re-create
A spectacle
Beauteous, wondrous and supreme
Arousing
Adamic surprise at the Lord’s creative dream.
 
A pageant or a maze?
To the philosopher a maze
With inscrutable mysteries,
To the poet a pageant
With an array of delicacies
On the festal board of life
To feast on and to realize
If creation is so wonderful
How wonderful would be
The Master Maker in all His might.