Proposals... Poem by kunjubi varghese

Man chase many an aspiration

And God decrees as He wishes;

Ivory towers build in the mind

Are shattered to smithereens;

Sweetest dreams diffuse in the tears.

When we get a flower, we desire for a garden,

Full of dazzling blossoms.

When we accomplish that garden,

We aspire to have the whole of spring for us.

Thus blossoms thousands of dreams in the mind, that

Finally wither, in the desolate forest of death.

Is it feasible that gold can blot out tears from the heart?

Can it drive away the agony in the soul?

Could any treasure, earned with out the sweat of the brow,

And blood, last permanently in life with anyone?

Man proposes and God disposes.