clockwise (111)

   (111)        Clockwise
Everything has been going on clockwise
as long as man was innocent and obedient,
in the well planned garden of God’s creation,
replete with aromatic flowers and scanty weeds,
both the hands were in perfect diapason,
when man was caught up in the medley
of the selfish motives and defiance of His Will,
he grew cankerous and gluttonous
devouring all that came by.
when man fell a prey to the blind
spirit of questioning, a malignancy
he did not spare even the higher order,
things have to move anti-clockwise
crippling the pattern well set
I know not if easy to heal the malady
or to submit to the rut.