who is guilty?
man or his environment
to commit misdemeanors
who produces this environment?
society or man himself
is everything operating by itself?
where is then God lost?
Has it lost its power?
Its superhuman, super divine mysteries
why doesn't it descend down
in some form-
be it bigger or smaller
and prevent lugubrious mishaps
all around scattered and henceforth erupting
continuously like the active volcanoes
that throws its devastating lava
is God dead or consciously passive?
who imprinted those fortunes
of the present life which is dependent on past deeds
has present life's noble deeds no value?
is everything weighed in the past?
how this doctrine?
who wrote them?
did 'He' investigate them?
are they gross truth?
how true?
who knows what's right or wrong
any perfect mortal teacher or only perfect eternal 'He'
alone can determine evil and virtue
all mortal souls are imperfect somewhere
and that makes the difference.
Notes: Miserable to see all the mishaps of murders, suicides, rapes, deaths all around the writer has several feelings, expressions and questions erupting which led to this poem composition. This poem is ironical in the sense that at the beginning it blames God and finally ends praising 'Him', making 'Him' remarkably praiseworthy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem