If destiny assumes a titanic
Form, and readies to crush our
Bloated ego to ground,
Alike king Bali, who offered
his head for the third step
After lord Vishnu scaled
The entire earth and sky,
We do not submit to our fate, why?
If time fastens its stride
And prepares to redeem our soul
Transcending it beyond mortality,
Liberating it from pains of this birth.
On the grounds of his right
When the creator decides
It’s the time for us to die
We do not acknowledge his order, why?
If a whip lash could achieve
Where words fail to affect
If someone of higher intellect
Punishes the impolite beast
Loitering within our traits
Instead of getting offended
And shamefully cry
We do not consider his advice why?
Seema Aarella
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-708/
