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
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