‘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?