Flowing World-Life Poem by Ananta Madhavan

Though I am not religious,
Ritualistic or pious, I do believe
There must be a Force beyond our ken,
Some Providence, if not an entity we call
Almighty God or Goddess or Supremacy
To make us human in our own reckoning,
A civil participant in ever-flowing World-Life.
I do not choose the label ‘Agnostic' or ‘Don't Know'.

That Supreme Being or drift of being and becoming
Call it Evolution, if you wish, has endowed us
With a sense of Right and Wrong, a conscience,
Call it "a categorical imperative", if you like long words,
But let us not use it as a tool to blame others
For things that go awry or failures, defeats and delays.
If I want to be a writer but cannot get published,
I warn myself, Maybe it is not deathless prose,
Or some revelation the world is not ready to see;
This blind or purblind world, it surely includes me.

Soon it will be Christmas and the new calendar year;
No resolutions, nor lamentations;
Anyway, all futures possible or probable
Are statistical fictions. Let it be.
‘Que sera sera', sang Diva Doris Day five decades ago.

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21 December,2016
Mysuru, India