My Life Poem by Praveen Kumar in Celestial Glow

All crows under the heaven look black;
So looks my life indistinct and alike,
A common thread passing till the end
Through falls and rise, turns and bend,
Dragging me along where I never know,
Though conscious am I of the time-flow
Carrying me somewhere to predestined end;
I fought against the tides hard first,
But realise, I'm mere nut and bolt
In the infinite system of cosmic network,
Where I'm just a pushover for cosmic forces,
A speck of dust on Himalayan range,
A mere dropp in the seven oceans,
Where man's efforts, mere boasts of clowns,
Plays of stupids in self-deceptions;
World is wrapped in Planck's Barrier,
The sheath that fixes what is when ‘neath
And all is role-play in presumed freewills,
Though good for pride, ignorance it is.

I fought my war for most of my life,
Brandishing my weapons of talents and skills
With steely confidence of winning the world
In unalloyed trust that distinct I stand
In the endless pack of billions there;
I looked at the sun and beyond that,
Yearned to pack him and bring on the Earth;
I desired to reach the limits of the sky
And return home with trophies in hand,
And I trusted I do if struggle very hard.

Nothing I spared in day-night struggles,
I sweated like horse and spilled blood,
Leisure and pleasure I shed from life,
And scruple I stayed, relied on my strengths,
For years on end and decades too;
I held head high and walked straight,
Refused to bend against conscience,
For, I thought, strengths win the world;
Alas, how wrong I repeatedly proved!
Blows after blows struck me in sequence,
And blood did spill time and again;
But, alas, that failed to jolt me from sleep,
And I walked steadfast in trust in self,
Holding head high in false pride,
Trusting strengths for good days ahead,
Trusting God's justice in running the world,
While blood and tears continued to flow,
Till I collapsed by injustices inherent,
And awakened to the fact of predestined end.

Shattered all dreams, confidences, I had,
Scattered all labour and talents of years,
I wonder my strengths what did at the end;
Oh, my strengths did give me myriad gifts,
Unintended, unwanted and uncalled by me,
And enriched life where I never dreamed;
No sweat it had, no blood ever spilled,
No tears I shed to reach those ends;
Indistinct hands in leash dragged me along,
And this is what is the predestined end.