Pawn are we in the Hands
Of those wanton Gods
That shaketh not
Nor the Heart trembles
While throwing us
In the lot of hapless.
Wretched are the conditions
We need to survive in
No account is given
Nor the purport of this entity;
A mind system assigned which
Goes not in accordance
Conflicts are there inside
Conscious, subconscious and superconscious
Everywhere,
Accountability is there on each step ever taken
Not from His part
but from we pawns.
A game quary are we
Shot at His pleasure
Instantly or sometimes with leisure,
Varieties are there in the 'shot'
Some are for the essence of life
Some grieve that take the purpose out
Leaving an everlasting fresh scar
Even grievest are some which leave us numb
Ramifications might be many
The justifications are more
Based on the same conflicting mind system
To balance our Karma are we here for
Or to learn
Sometimes to attain the highest level of cyclic life
Or to get the Moksha!
Are we to decide
What are we here for
Or the One who has our rein?!?
If it's He
Then lets go for a mutiny
That overthrows the tyranny
Of this senseless Controller!
Lets not worship the Lustful
Nor should we beg
This superficially Superficial!!
