Often I feel a chaos
From where a soul comes
And no one knows
Where it goes
No one Knows
An entirely new life
Becomes an essential part
Of this worldly strife
Laughing on the rose,
Weeping on the knife
This journey is strange one
Sometimes he is a friend
At the same land
Enmity of some one
He plays so many parts
For some unknown reason
Is everything random
Or a preplanned system
Of an unseen power
That prevails everywhere
If the world is not ours
Why these foolish blood showers
Why this love, why this hate
Why feeling small, why great
Why all this confusion
Give me a proper solution
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Hi. I read your poem sir. I liked this stanza the most: Is everything random Or a preplanned system Of an unseen power That prevails everywhere If the world is not ours Why these foolish blood showers Well, there is no answer or solution I think. FURTHUR STUDIES MIGHT HELP ME TO SATISFY MY THIRST OF KNOWLEDGE. I think you should do the same. Thanks