Of Fatalism

As Siamese cat frightens the pygmy jerboa rat, So too humans under fate or destiny's habitat; I am chained; grab-hooked; the master-link is held by someone, Like a stray dog, I am pulled; dragged; by everyone outdone...! I am unquenchable; thirsty; my ponds are troubled, yet, Though this has been against my wish, my tongue I cannot wet; God too plays the determiner, like monkey puppeteer; Hypnotizes the beings he's created; like snake-charmer...! How must I live? How many days? How should I, at last die? In death-bed or death, grave or interment, how must I lie? When should my soul, like earthly water-drop evaporate? When and where should, it, with the pure spirit incorporate...? It should, anyhow, be born-again though it does not will, Does habitat-destruction, the death human beings, kill? Midst ocean of life-cycle forced beings feel, within, ill, Could anyone, his or her existence, freely choose still...? 17 August 2022