Quote by Mohammed Zaki Ansari

“With fire, with word, with open hand, The water, the air, or the sand— what we lost, what we gain No one knows how we first began. In lust for life, so far we've gone, From cave to crown, from dust to throne. We know so little, so much unknown— Everything feels like rent, yet we call it our own. We mapped the stars, we crossed the seas, Tamed the wild and split the trees. But in our minds, a darker spark: We forged a sun to burn the dark. A breath, a flash — the silence torn, The gift of God in atoms worn. And now we stand, both wise and blind, The end we crafted — cruel, unkind We made the life in this form We built the world — we made it home. No one knows how we first began, But we ourselves written the end. To destroy the world may take one fatal fluke— And Human — that is you — invented Nuke And Human — that is you — invented Nuke”

Quote by Mohammed Zaki Ansari