Mastermind Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

God smiles
And files
Your reply
Even uttered in prayers o an almighty

He has powerful tool
To make fool
And make you to live under illusion
That is almost fascinating with confusion

What we are unable to pick?
And directly speak
It is our weakness
Shrouded by greed and crookedness

God has nothing to complain
So long you remain
Ignorant and foolish
He shall sometimes appear and polish your vision

We are fooled easily
Even though life is spent merrily
Yet soul remains thirsty
As onward journey remains mystery

Everything runs in time with schedule
With tragic feeling to fuel
The soul is taken away to frighten mankind
As main key lies with creator or mastermind