Samsara Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

This is samsara
So made of sukkha and dukkha,
None can say
Which way it will what
And to whom in what way?

None can how the way of the world,
How the pathway of life
To which way will it lead to,
How is it unknown, unseen fate
And the writ of destiny?

How the ways of God to man,
Why is the writ so,
What it known, unknown
In the crisscrosses of palm-lines, fate-lines,
We cannot where to go?
We are just going, going,
We are just going, going.