There is no use volleying out our commands
Or pouring out our wrath in rave and rants
As Time levels and heaps with dispassionate hands
Like the desert winds across the dunes of sands
When everything happens in concentric rotation
Who are we to question the divine dispensation
We can only yield without consternation
And bow down ourselves in subordination
Divine will is there dominant and over-powering but humans are the masters of their souls, not merely spectators. The use of metaphors is good.
It is always best to sit back and let what ever the problem is pass overhead.
When everything happens in concentric rotation Who are we to question the divine dispensation We can only yield without consternation And bow down ourselves in subordination Truth speaks for itself. Well penned.
. When everything happens in concentric rotation Who are we to question the divine dispensation We can only yield without consternation And bow down ourselves in subordination........so touching and true. A beautiful poem so nicely executed. Thanks for sharing.10
The very truth spelt out here.....we are mere puppets in the hands of creator and bowing down to everything in subordination.........great thought and great write.......Valsa.......10/10
Right Valsa but who asked Him to give us a life, who asked Him to create ourselves. There are many questions that have no answer. Anyway carry on.
Yes we are mere spectators in the arena of life. Our ultimate destiny lies in the hands of the Creator. We are not in control of our destiny as we think we are. We can't control the rain that falls nor the Sun that shines but we can choose what we can do with our lives. Thanks for sharing this creative write.
with patience life will work out its problems. If we can only learn to endure for awhile. Just sit back and let it pass. No need to fret and stew. so well stated in your poem11357
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Why this idea of subordination at all? Why do you paint the divinity as if it has an emperor`s mindset? Man assumes, presumes and often ventures into manipulations. Reference to 'Things happening in a concentric rotation' is a debatable presumption and the random check up of life or its left overs will prove the same in due course of time. As a mere spectator, I doubt whether you can speak high of the divinity and probably a blatant observation things are absolutely going well will be more welcome if you intend to drive home the notion of divine designs. As for the fineness of format, the poem is superb.