Each being plays its own role In the evolution of the Whole, What can we do, let’s reflect, As part of this grand project!

Soon, those creeds’ chains will fall That have held us in such grave thrall, Then, with this most-needed purge, Into Oneness we will all emerge: This I dream and hope and pray: May it happen, at last, one day.

How’s it decided who’ll be born where, A crucial factor shaping how we’ll fare? Is it mere chance, with no logic at all, Or a ‘past-life record’, what they call, Or, some sort of great Divine decree Deciding where whose birth will be? Theories aplenty we humans propound About this issue that’s most profound, But can we know the answer for sure, Or, will it be a mystery for all time more?

Dearest God, Hello! Hope You are doing very well! You must be very busy, but I know you will read my letter. Guess what? All these days, I was breaking my small head thinking I would write my life-story, but, God, who’ll be interested in reading the story of a nobody like me? Maybe You don’t read newspapers these days, and so, I’m informing You that they are full of stories about scams, celebrities, recipes, lifestyle, books by famous people and so on, and so, who will want

Man’s freewill’s a myth, I suspect, Though few this truth may detect, For, You’ve made things such a way For the sake of Your strange play, Playing the roles of all beings that appear For but a short while on Earth’s stage here, Each being projected as a separate one, But all just You, getting Your play done!

To whom but You can we complain, With whom else share our heart's pain? To You alone can our hearts we lay bare, For, You alone for us most truly care.

Say 'Yes' to whatever comes your way And then watch the Lord do as He may.

Another day’s wings begin to fold, Soon, it’ll be silent, dark and cold, Tomorrow again a day will rise, That, of course, is just no surprise, For a day comes in, then fades out: It’s what Earth’s story’s been about, For aeons now, far beyond all count, Millennia many, who knows the amount? Ever since Earth came to dance round the sun, Ah Lord! You’ve such a strange sense of fun!

When a rich man appears, he leaps from his chair, When I pass by, I say, ‘Please keep sitting there’, ‘I’m no big person’, in a friendly tone I say, ‘So, don’t stand up when I come your way. We’re all God’s children, none big or small, And God looks with an equal eye at us all. So, when you see me, don’t leap to your feet, Keep sitting, and still each other we can greet.’ When I say these words, he breaks into a smile, He nods in delight and is very glad for a while, Being

My life seems so drab and plain, You alone can perhaps explain Why it doesn’t seem otherwise, For, You’ve set its shape and size.

We don’t know where us You’ll lead, But we do know that You we need, And that Your leading we must heed.