THE DESIGN : SONNET 67

Birds are chirping gay in boughs of spring

And men are splitting waves in wild excitement 

No care for others in throes of fate dying 

Or over patriarchs death being fiercely bent:

Lost are all in worldly existence,

In self-indulgence for physical pleasure;

Listless are they of life's divine essence

And of the inevitable, they're unaware. 

That they'll soon be replaced by novel creatures;

The heady birds, the hysterical men--

All transitory as mundane travellers, 

But to know God's design, they're too inane;

That we come, that we go, all on the trot,

With God's each breath in and His each breath out.

-- N. P. SAMAL