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THE IRONY OF FATE
Everything looks green
And bright to the eyes
But not to the heart
No, not this disguise.
How can I be selfish
And enjoy Spring
Without the one
Whom I love so much?
Added to this
Are the sufferings
Of the downtrodden
The poor, the helpless
The weak and the meek.
The hundreds of children
Swarming around
At every nook and corner
Of roads and streets
Begging for morsels
To quell their pangs of hunger.
How can I
Ignore the wails
Of the orphans and widows
And the groans of the aged?
How can I?
I am often baffled
At the irony of fate
Whenever I see a few
Enjoying days and nights
And thriving like leeches
And vampire bats
By sucking the blood
Of the less fortunate.
They come in their cars
Jeeps and Land Cruisers
To while away the evenings
And pass away the hours
At coffee shops, restaurants
And late-night snack bars.
I find myself amazed
When they turn a deaf ear
And willingly ignore
The cries of the needy
Hovering around them
With a plea for help
Shivering in their gaze.
Is this God's Divine Will?
I am sure it is not
As I know about even those
Countable men and women
Who reach out and help
The destitute around them.
Who feed and clothe
And provide shelter
Along with consolation
To the miserable ones
Thronging streets and roads
Day in and day out.
If they can be kind
If they can be caring
Then why can't the demigods
Of wealth, affluence
And pomposity
Also do their bit
In alleviating misery?
The silent solitude
Accompanying me
Seeks an answer
As to how and when
Will this irony be resolved.
My grieving heart
Cannot see greenery
Nor can it force itself
To savour and relish
The joys of Spring
For a long, long time.
For, there is despair
Poverty and craving
Within me and outside
Everywhere, around.
Tell Saba* to take
These awful sights
To Christ and Muhammad*
And from them to God
With an appeal from me
To intervene and
Make Spring green
For me and the needy.
Otherwise very soon
Heavens will rent open
And angels will weep
On all our wounds.
Tell the messengers
And the messiah
To implore Him
Who made us all
To look upon those
Who look up at Him.
the plentiful emerge
from their havens
of plenty
to take their seat
amid the homeless
and poor
denied
even just enough to eat
it is God's way
as unfair to man
as it seems
to better teach
one and all
by way of any means
notice
for where there is need
he sends those in throngs
to such places to convene
where like you they see too
he is planting his seeds
you are one of his flowers grown
to notice this depravity
and yet what to your limited eyes
appears as disregard
to HE who sees all
much else may be clear
perhaps that man in that land rover
is a modest man and chooses
to offer his alms with no chiming
of any bells to announce his good deeds
or those well dressed youths out having
their conversation, laughter and evening tea
slave all week working hard at their less
stellar jobs just so that one evening each week
they can gather in their best clothes have some
joy filled harmless fun and refreshing drinks
we can only judge what we see with our
tiny limited sights
yet for all you really know many amazing
selfless acts could be occurring at once
to the tune of all of God's delight
though you yourself will not know it before
the fall of the evening's moon
God will know
and the souls in his view of needing the most
will be given not always what they deserve
but what God believes for them in that moment
is right
so worry yourself not
and attend to troubles and tragedies
that you have the power in you to correct
and rewrite
for you are not the saver of the world
Leave those fields for the most part to God
and allow him to work his great good love
through out every last fiber of each
individual life
for the world truly is his oyster
as no man could ever judge let alone see
with the perfection of God's judgment and sight........
(March 18, 2010 109am)
You know who?.........so why type it? laughs.......
This is a beautiful poem...Makes one
stop and think..I have always been
thankful for what Christ has allowed
me to have...Not everything, but that
is all right...Nice write..