Fatalist Speaks Poem by Praveen Kumar in Celestial Glow

Man is in maze; his vision, in haze,
He’s let out to find his path
And reach target he knows not what;
Unknown turns abound each step,
Time lets not halt, but makes him move,
Only in the hope, it takes somewhere;
Some go wayward; some fall, wayside,
Only a few rise to far dizzy heights
And claim credit for unexisting skills,
Like thunder does for summer rains,
Forgetting it’s effect, rather than cause.

Man is in leash invisible to him,
That drags him along the nature’s maze;
He slips blindfold from turn to turn,
Helpless, diffident at every stage
And curses world if lost in the maze
Or claims brilliance for accidental rise,
Knowing not he’s dice in cosmic game,
Mere nut or bolt of cosmic machine;
Rise and fall in frequency of waves,
The order of nature in whatever it does
To run the world in its manifestations.

Dead-end disheartens, glory uplifts,
They’re sweet games nature plays on man;
Root is same, fruits differ with times,
It’s difference between man and plant;
Blessed with light, blessed with thought,
Man, destined to know his singular plight,
Best resigned to wherever he is in –
Move with time in whatever maze
In light and thought at his behest,
In harmony with the nature that leads
And find his peace in one with the nature.