The Selfish Providence -Poertry

On the Vijaya Dashami day, let me start, with a poetry, one of the labels listed by Shekar. It's titled " The Selfish Providence"

Since He could not be everywhere,
God created mother says the seer,
But mostly along with pain and fear,
without a merciful due knowhow and knowwhy,
to enable shaping of the embryo's progress and destiny.

In the mothers womb, not yet snared by maya, the illusion,
the child is in eternal bliss, not unlike Him,
both seemingly oblivious to the mothers discomfort,
in that smug feeling of comfort about her devotion,
completely accepting these experiences as His creation.

As an apparent prisioner without freedom in her womb,
it experiences devoid of maya, total freedom in bliss,
pardoxically, when allegedly free, and delivered to terra firma,
it's bondage starts, gleefully ensnared by the alluring Maya.

Full of wisdom as it were in its closed palms once inside,
it finds it all gone, when it opens them on arrival outside.
It cries "kwa" "kwa" on this realisation, in sheer anguish,
which proclaims the seer, is akin to "Where is this" "where is this"
and closes its palms at the slightest touch and holds it tight,
in a desperate attempt to regain that wisdom bright.

Unable to regain wisdom due to Maya's tempting charm,
it yerans for the same womb, foreseeing absolutely no harm,
only to get caught in this endless cycle of birth and death,
which every one calls as fate and destiny in cruelest mirth,
alas forgetting that destiny is desired immediately on birth.

Denying almost everyone that eternal bliss,
by letting loose Maya the temptress,
on all of us alike regardless of our evolution,
what kind of providence is this "might",
which enjoys(?) witnessing our plight,
in a seemingly selfish way with a fetish,
denying us of any cue, for our salvation.

I hope you would all like it.

Love

Vichu