I must confess that I read this poem several times over before being able to make some sense out of it. The sheer rhythm of the lines make it melodious to read and re-read.
As I read it dawned on me the place of man in the humongous Cosmos. We're so minute, yet we take ourselves so seriously, almost gallivanting in childish arrogance that we are the masters of the universe. But when you consider the cells of your body and trace these to your whole body, then to your family, town, country, earth, our own galaxy, you'll suddenly realise that we are nothing but the microcosm of the macrocosm. Thank you for igniting deeper thoughts in my mind @d-pend.
RE: World-drops