On Death Poem by Debtoru Chatterjee

Should I call You merciful or treacherous?
Why so unevenly do you judge?
For those in prolonged pain and their kin
Eagerly count your slowly-loudening trudge.

But those in full bloom you cruelly snatch away
In a silent ambush, the victim perhaps as surprised
As his bewildered, nonplussed kin
What fathomless Divine Order do You execute
Like the charlatan Sun, shining on good and evil alike?

Why does Nature forewarn some but others not?
Why this privilege for a few chosen lot?
By what count do You pick only some upon the battlefield
For the same disease let some die, while others are healed?

Is it some random throw of heavenly dice?
And we mere pawns for immortal Hands!
Are lives just a sport for some entertainment Divine?
Like ants crushed running for life upon sand?

And why hide the scenes that pass behind the Veil?
Is it to inspire fear and hush humanity on ethical ways?
A singular failure! Evil still does reign
And armies have to clash for good to prevail.

Yet good and bad cannot to neutral atoms reduce
The Spirit is as Real as the frame we knew
Silence may be the speech that we shall also use,
When roles are reversed, and souls we follow come to the world anew!