Destiny Poem by Praveen Kumar In Shobha Priya

Nothing tides as it should be,
Fro, reasons fall to short to reach,
Desires, too cool and lame to rise
To the magic field of ripening
To pluck the fruits of forbidden wood.

The world is too huge for human mind,
Too abstract for rational cause;
The litmus in use is too thin and weak
To pick facts and freaks of cause and effect;
The world is too bright for human eyes,
The world is too loud for human ears;
The world that lives in infinite moods
Links and delinks things in unending rounds
Outside wee spins of tiddy human mind.

Unforeseen tides flow on the course of time
From the nature's infinite womb
That shapes all worlds, unseen to human eyes,
From nowhere and beyond rational cause;
The infinite tides of time hides from finite mind
And works on the nature's dictates
That often fall discordant with reason's notes.