So I look down always at my feet
And continue the act of going
While I think how lucky and fortunate I am
To have a life that is better than many of men
Within my heart I express gratitude
And keep continue the thinking
On love, life and about people, downtrodden;
There must be a cause behind everything
Right wrong, good bad, poor and rich
Without any definite purpose
Must not been given me this journey
Nor has been created this universe or this cosmos;
Curiosity grows so is my inquisitive mind
And I start thinking about a plot of a poem
In which my better sense forces me
To imagine about the stars that hangs
And holds together in a grand and wonderful design
Without the help of pillars, rope or strings;
The force that breaks a bud into a flower
The same force must be behind this spreading cosmos
And spin like a top yet not makes it fall apart
Like the fireworks
Or like the crackers we burst at the eve of new years;
This force must be the greatest with finest intellect
A gardener, an artist to maintain the game
With perfection true to the term
Whatever He is called I think God is His Great name.