Mere Plaything

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A hard gale may storm the sky

Hovering overhead

And crumble down the buildings Palatial,

Agitate the seas and streams sparkling,

Cry down the thunders.

Can ever the fire of hunger

Be extinguished?

A horrible war may

Obliterate vast tract of land,

Cause untold sorrows and sufferings

Can ever repay the debts.

Of the sorrowing mothers?

A terrible earthquake may—

Rock the green earth

Disturb the Himalayas,

Cause great havoc-

Can ever stop the flow of life and death?

Generation after generation

Are coming and going

Leaving behind the fruits

Of their good or evil deeds

Can they ever stop

The flow of time and Tide?

No, the fire of hunger,

Thirst for knowledge

The Lost peace,

Of the sorrowing mothers,

The flow of life and death

And the passing of time and tide

Can never be regained

Or stopped any day

As the cosmic Nature of the

Almighty Father

Is so vast and so mysterious.

As the burning fire of hunger

Haunts us everywhere

And makes us all busy about

And the thirst for knowledge

Inspires us

To know the unknown

And to see the unseen

What should we do then

To face all these?

We all are quite helpless

To do anything against nature

As man is nothing but

A mere plaything to the hand of nature

Beyond control and understanding.