Thoughts flow

I sit in the corner of the big hall,
the gala birthday of a five year old
goes on, cakes ,songs and dances,
balloons fly as if angels swim in the air,
colourful decorations, candelabrum,
showering bright and bliss,
Birthdays and wedding come and go,
Does anyone think for a moment ,
who is responsible for this jubilation?
The creator, responsible for your BEING,
Who knows there may be many
and may not, I close my eyes , for
one moment : new revelations spring
like the burst of crackers,
Congregations and happiness go, merge;
Suffering alone stands like
a stupid donkey amidst giggles
and swindlers ,deception continues
to wear a motley gown,
they easily advise to forget the past,
when the past has got
its own murky implication,
groping in wilderness
stumbling all the time,
the unanswered question bounces
like a ping-pong ball:
But for the Divine Interventions what
Would be my predicament? What
Would be the fate of many?
They would Not spare
even the God-sent , Avatar,
Injustice and calumny done to AVATAR
Is injustice done to GOD,
I gulp the juice served,
As I gulp the conspiracy
In multiple bouts,
Thoughts flow with the
Question, “ where are we going?”
“ where are they going?”