Thanksgiving, thanksgiving

At the end of the day,
when dawn and dusk
have been duty conscious,
performing their meticulous,
parts, without failing in their
steady paths,
a certain section
bent upon pushing you to the corner,
Improvising all impossible,
even these are duty conscious,
in their own way,
even this certain section chosen
by His design,
You tend to sit,
face heavy in hands,
absorbed all the tirades,
volley of venom aimed
at you, yet another mode,
this was all in blood,
sugar coated pills, your
inborn, open-minded unable
to bear this topsy-turvy ,
no longer questions why?
why? but to proceed to
conclude, this is so,
your heart overwhelmed
with thanks to the Almighty
for sustaining you, by being
with you, you draw the blind
curtain, an end to all blank,
only thanks , thanks thanks
to Him and ever and anon
thanks to Him.