FREE WILL

FREE WILL

Oh Teacher, you taught me
This phenomenal of mine
Is the result of ignorance,
Primal and beginningless.

Then you taught
I could, I needn’t
And I could differently.
Isn’t what you taught
Ignorance again,
Beloved Sage,
For it all is in the phenomenal?

Then, tell me, Sir,
Why all these intelligent brains,
Gray as well as green,
In our midst, do overtime,
To substantiate or refute,
A fallacy born of darkness absolute?

They do so every year,
Like pollen fever every spring.
No topic ever has attracted
So many colourful writings
So differently distracted.

Phenomenal is an appearance
You did thunder
In our yearning ears.
Isn’t free will seeming, Sir,
May I add a rejoinder?
Don’t take me a pretender.

A world seems to erupt
In all its myriad colours
Before my eyes
As I move as the Lord
Pulls the unseen strings.
A moppet show
Where I am nothing
Yet I think I have something!
Ignorance of the sublimest kind!