Countenance of the Universe has a grim expression

Wondering, if it was a fault to create a benevolent nature

Faultless and mute whenever there have been indiscretions

Patiently receiving the ghastly blows of immature bravado

Conspiracies of the wayward minds write another destiny

Planning a contrary course for the volatile thoughts to choose

A reverie that has birthed a lifelong pandemonium

Questionable ideologies have always breached consciousness

A mayhem that has been scripted for self-destruction

Even before soothsayer’s words can find their way to warn

The constellations huddle to decide the course of existence

Messengers walk the heavenly path to protect paradise©