Determinism

The myth that human script is written by God, Determines us, Indians, like magical rod; Stunk as though by scorpions, we feel, Venom-filled, yet, do not want to be healed...! Everything will happen, as per script, we say, Like kite by wind, flies and sways; Whether we struggle or remain lethargic lot, What is written only will be our jackpot...! The rich think, they are so, by a merry script, The poor think there write has no might; Beggars think, nothing else they could be, All live, as though trapped birds, never free…! Thinkers try, in their way, to show right path, Yet, reason, in many of us, is like stream in desert, lost; Philosophies and theologies go hidden, At the touch of fate like gold in coal mine...! Wisdom and intelligence if not shake, The roots of ignorance and blind faith… True faith and discernment, if not walk hand in hand, Life will have no triumph, in heaven or earth...! 26 March 2022