If destiny assumes a titanic
Form, and readies to crush our
Bloated ego to ground,
Alike king Bali, who offered
his head for the third step
After lord Vishnu scaled
The entire earth and sky,
We do not submit to our fate, why?
If time fastens its stride
And prepares to redeem our soul
Transcending it beyond mortality,
Liberating it from pains of this birth.
On the grounds of his right
When the creator decides
It’s the time for us to die
We do not acknowledge his order, why?
If a whip lash could achieve
Where words fail to affect
If someone of higher intellect
Punishes the impolite beast
Loitering within our traits
Instead of getting offended
And shamefully cry
We do not consider his advice why?
fear...it exactly is...and fear, why? you have already raised enough 'y's there...so let mine this be an 'x'...an attempted answer to your second stanza 'why'...we know what we have done in our present life...deeds not wothy to beget another human birth...fear of sins, Seema! what else? ...inqusitive intelligent well thought out write...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very realistic, insightful and truthful write... Glad I read it... Keep it up Seema... Regards, Kamran