Dear Mr. God! Who are we to question your wisdom?-part one

For quite some time,
I have been philosophically musing
Over death,
Writing about it
And occasionally mentioning it,
In the class room, too,
Especially after I saw my
Aged, healthy mother,
Exiting the world after a great fall
For which I was
Inadvertently responsible,
A cruel act done through me
By the Almighty.

And watching her 45 days ordeal
That she underwent,
And that last breathe
She sighed, first louder and then
Shallower and gentler
All are etched in my green memory.

But the sudden demise of
Our Amanullah,
In a distant land, at midnight
In a gruesome Car accident,
In a very casual manner,
At the prime of youth,
We can’t just wipe out
That hard truth of his
Non- existence here, on Earth

I thought I am a loner
Talking and thinking about
This subject. Thank god!
I have a companion,
A Journalist from Business Line,
To feel and write about this subject
And all about the fault lines of life.
The other day I read
The major fault lines in macro economics
Now Ranbir Ray Choudhury’s
Reasoned, poetic and philosophical
Reflections on death and life
By revisiting YSR Reddy’s and his
Co-travelers tragic demise,
In a more unpredictable way.

Quite understandably,
In his characteristic fashion as a typical writer
With all Creative genius,
This crash reminds him
Of the Twin Tower’s
Savage fall by educated
Terrorists act meticulously planned
And intelligently executed
Where are they now?
Our friend asks

“Like a hypothesis waiting for Proof”
“And a number of stars in the
Firmament”, just wandering there
And each one is trying for explanation
We’ll cry for an answer
I know, you know,
All our friends and relations
Of yesterdays and tomorrows would know

The purpose of existence,
Arrival and departure time,
The good and bad we indulge in,
The search for mate, job and home
And eventually saying good bye,
At young, median or old ripe age,
All have been programmed already
With some flexibility in order
Like an arrangement
Under classical macro model
My Journalist friend
Is eager with imagination
To seek guidance and assistance
“From fellow human being who are wiser”
In order that
The mystery will be unraveled
He is right,
Spending too much time to think about it
And exploring all about death and life
Even while finding answers
Are going to be very difficult
Nevertheless it’s worth it,
And could hardly be termed as escapist