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Uncertainty

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English Poetry

Life has its own way to blossom,

flower or wilt away being lonesome.

I have reached a point of surrender,

that sometimes we can do nothing but wonder.

Who do I blame?

when your own is the cause of your shame.

Sometimes some things cannot be rectified,

of the outcomes I am sometimes petrified.

All I can do is pray,

let God paint it and spray.

I’ll do what I can best,

and let God take care of the rest.

3 Comments

  1. geetha says:

    good poem.”that sometimes we can do nothing but wonder”…
    a good thought accepting our ignorance,limitations

  2. VishVnand says:

    “I’ll do what I can best,
    and let God take care of the rest”.
    After all the experience, you come to the crux as above. A fact entwined in Bhagwatgeeta, at start itself.
    Yours is a fine poem.

  3. Gion Gion says:

    Well written Krishna,
    It feels even the resolution is penned in uncertainty.
    There is something fatalist rather than trusting about this poem,
    Gion

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