|
Doubt reigns supreme all around,
And faith at times takes wings,
When Destiny’s malevolence
Is poised to kiss welkin’s cheeks.
This happens when one is left to conditions grim,
That render the garden of your happiness trim.
II
Fallen into the dark dreary dungeons,
My heart cringes with fear great,
There is no light around,
But the flickering light of faith found,
And the darkness of doubt,
Dancing in circles concentric,
Tries to smother it to death.
III
Moving from the common centre,
I struggle to get out of the enclosures stinging,
No sooner do I cross one’s pale,
Another vicious circle opens its mouth wide,
I find no place to hide.
Like job questions of doubt give me torments great.
IV
“Why should the faithful against faith fret,
When those steeped in vices,
Gain in life and whose happiness,
Prosper prospers with verdant great,
While the virtuous sandwiched in the vices do cry?
V
Has the potentate Supreme no sense of proportion,
That He does a favour to sinners apportion,
And leaves the faithful to
Suffer stings of purgatory’s fires fierce,
And the virtuous so early sent to hearse?”
VI
I fail to divine the divine law,
That sees in the satanic actions no flaw,
And sinners for their sinful acts get enviable rewards,
While those that pursue virtue are persecuted.
When shall the black clouds of Doubt,
Fade away and changes brought about
With the pristine peace and splendour restored,
And the weeds of Doubt thrown?
VII
In my life’s garden, I planted saplings of rose,
Watered and tended it with care,
That they beget flowers that exude fragrance rare.
When they come of age and at their age,
Could arouse anyone’s greed.
I turn to pluck one flower in my bower,
I find my fingers bleeding profuse.
For all the roses turn into cactuses that confuse.
VIII
My faith and trust in Heaven’s
Even-handedness has taken wings.
When I see cactuses in place of roses all around,
Doubt cries hoarse:
“Why should one get outcomes strange,
When one has suffered to make one’s psyche change?
Why should hearts pure with no taint of crookedness,
Cut a sorry figure before a sinner’s greatness?”.
IX
Doubt tosses my mind with scorn,
And a battle fierce between Faith and Doubt is born.
Both fight with each other’s strength,
But Faith survives at last
To throttle the Doubt’s neck fast.
Faith salves the wounds with words comforting.
X
“It is now settled for sure,
We are mere actors and our life the heaven’s arranged play.
We are mere actors and the worldly scene a stage,
We perform perforce the roles assigned,
By the master Director that writes our life’s scripts.
Much before the life’s game is over.”
XI
“The actors with scripts with sharp twists and turns,
With great ups and downs,
Suffering many hardships with aplomb,
Never cursing the Director for such difficult roles,
May stand a chance fair to gain in His acclaim.
And shall get a seat closer to His throne.”
XII
“Those that never played a tragic and sombre role,
Are not good players on the worldly stage anymore.”
Faith thus commands the situation well,
And tells me not to fret against fate,
But wait for the final date
When the game is over and the actors leave the stage
And the master Director from his kitty,
Pays the wages to all in their coins own,
In which Heaven’s fairness is shown.
Note: This is genuine elegiac piece born of personal loss. |
