The sun rises not upon thy request
Nor does the moon smiles widely
'Coz you think you are the doer.
The birds chirp not upon thy request
Nor does the beasts grunt fiercely
'Coz you think you are the doer.
The destiny paves not a path different
Nor does fate endows the results imminently
'Coz you think you are the doer.
Moments and seasons in changes shall remain
Nor does the sea waves stop waving
'Coz you think you are the doer.
When thy fate lies in thy breathes
What claim have you got that all is yours
How shall the minute comprehend the grandest deed
Where come all these and beyond,
In this insignificance thy remain and claim
"I am the doer"
How dare the ignorance plays
A game so thickly veiled
For tomorrow's certainty is not sure of.
The end may be nigh
Yet thy smile swallows the uncertainty
With certainty unknown.
©bhasvantraz 10July2014.
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