Let Almighty Play His Tune Poem by Debtoru Chatterjee

Let the Almighty play His tune
Hurry not the celestial pace
Everything is in fine balance worked out
Await the steady step of His Grace!

The Devil through the backdoor of the mind
Shall tempt, seduce a state of discontent
In artful garb as surely blameless aims
And goals, rationalizations innocent.

And so break the stillness of the Divine
With one wriggling worm that makes us pine
Eventually, for what is chimera, so say the wise
Vain pursuit of what never was mine!

Jeering, Evil shall try ever more
His dark empires again to build
in hearts that Providence had not blest
To be free of seekings never fulfilled.

Yet trustingly as the squirrels in winter sleep
Knowing that vernal spring shall come from the gloom
And the foals play free in blood-stained forests deep
And butterflies break free from their cocoon

All just needs shall in good time be met
No soulful cry shall ever go unheard
Leave God to His pathless, timeless ways
Sit as still as the Sage that never stirred!