Fusion Poem by C. P. Sharma

Supreme Intelligence
Everywhere it's presence
Ever busy
Eternally creates
Unconcerned It permeates.

Alluring creations
Tempt the mind
Favors find
Call it religion
Follow blind.

Temples build
Treasures spilled
Sculptures carved
Scriptures served
Seeking reward.

It has its pace
It knows no race
Follows no religion
That is confusion
Struggle, no reason.

We create delusions
In life no reason
Ever out of season
Uncertain decisions
Devoid of fusion.