I can never say a thing for certain.
I have seen so much debauchery,
so much pain, retribution,
seen bad acts boomerang
in long drawn processes ...
therefore, I am never certain.
For I do not understand
the logic of so many things
happening around me
all the time.
I do not even believe myself.
There is a saint in me,
and there is a satan in me too!
I cannot sometimes judge
what is good,
and what I should not be doing
and what should not even pass my mind.
But they happen,
in spite of me.
My eyes commit sin.
How can I help myself?
Resort to chanting?
I cannot do that all the time.
Sometimes I feel so ordinary,
sometimes lofty in thoughts.
I do try to hold my head high.
But I slip sometimes.
Is it my fate to touch high and low
now and then
and pass off like just one
of billions and billions
of the millennia!
