The Inevitable
In god's jurisdiction, I am an undertrial
for I ignored His ordeal for my ideal.
One day, His Highness summoned my soul
and issued a decree, a punishment of third degree.
Time squeezes my heart
but I can't moan
for I know, it is His hand
problems catch my throat
but I can't escape
for I know, it is His deal
Modesty fries my body and soul
I can't show the pain
for I know, He has lit
Honesty slaps my face
I can't turn red
for I know, He ordered
Alas, to whom I can complain
He himself is behind the screen
Still...... asked Him, 'why such a love on me?'
He said, 'You Sinner'.
I requested, 'Let me choose the punishment'
He denied 'No way'.
I pleaded, 'Too much for a tender heart'
He said, 'Destiny is the matter of such an act'.
I prayed, 'Let me cry. Let me shed the grief'.
He laughed, 'You learnt everything in brief'.
There I remained, helpless, motionless, speechless.
Why I am knowledged? Why I am educated?
I can neither suffer, nor I can revere
I can neither blame, nor I can fume
I wish I could live
But I know I can't
I wish I could die
But I know I don't
I remained the living dead
with a path, ought to tread.
I resurrect to thank god
for both the good and the bad.
To offer prayer,
for wisdom, to accept everything as His treat
for peace, to rest at His Lotus Feet
Prasanthi