‘Is it Thy Decree?’
By G. SOUNDARA RAJ
On the sea of yesterday’s doubts and sorrows
The unceasing ebb and flow of to-day’s widowed-hopes
Play eternal hide-and-seek.
Frail joys, flowering on fickle stems,
Have snapped afore the season of fruit.
Camouflaged desire stretch forth withered arms,
To embrace eluding equality
Of thought and word and deed.
Liberty has no lodging in adoring hearts
And has company with men who scorn and use Her ill.
Leaving the real worshipper pant and pine
Amidst a harvest of despair.
Yet, fancy creates out of illusions and shadows
Its dream-lit child-gods of freedom.
Is it Thy decree, O Master,
That Beggars should not be choosers
In the game of Life?
And that slaves should be everlasting slaves?