Downpour

Droplets of Joy
trickling down from the heavens
Gods, they must be smiling
happy or sad at our incredulity
as we look up for salvation
nearing are we to damnation

Are our prayers heard..?
every single syllable and word
every emotion bitter, every act of hostility
an act of utter futility
must we not laugh at ourselves
with a wee bit more humility..?



From the moment of birth till we die
we must act, react or aside lie
are we to choose our destiny
or are we destined to choose
Is choice a reality or a mirage

Do these words come forth because they ought to
or have they always existed, only to be found
to be discovered, to be remembered
because in the end letters, like words
like life itself cant escape being dismembered
dust to dust, ashes to ashes
droplets of joy indeed
the trickle is now a downpour
Gods, I see, really are smiling down on me.

©Dr S. N. Bhagirath (2015)