Time is a complete knock out
spaced,
streamlined…
printed inside folds of Time
Eventually, my, oh my!
God’s garbage
truck comes
in the scrap yard
And sorts out life’s rubbles….
Have faith in the powerful power
twist of fate is intimately related
to our own conduct….
The right and wrong are truly defined
Poetic justice is always meted out
by
the gods
And we hear His sound!
A terrorist blown up by his own bomb
meets his destiny
…receives poetic justice!!
Albert Einstein -
‘The most beautiful thing we can experience is the ‘mysterious’. How true!
Written for Susan's:poetic justice
The ending says it all, we reap what we sow.
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely riveting.. :D
ReplyDeleteBeautifully done..!
"twist of fate is intimately related / to our own conduct…." this is so true...but Panchalidi what about our 'didi'? how long will we have to wait for the truck? :(
ReplyDeleteWhat goes around comes around, they say. I suppose there is a divine justice. That must be what humans strive for, or deny. Good poem!
ReplyDelete'A terrorist blown up by his own bomb
ReplyDeletemeets his destiny
…receives poetic justice!!'
That justice is a high price for all the victims.
"God’s garbage truck comes
ReplyDeletein the scrap yard
And sorts out life’s rubbles…."
What a funny image, reducing the idea of a God that gifts us or punishes us to one that simply takes on our discards! Unfortunately, only some rubble includes the perpetrators and destroyers. But you make me wish that is where God might find our pride that goeth before a fall, our egotism and greed. Taking those things away would be a gift indeed. Poetic Justice here could be Dante's Hell! Oh, you make me think into the minute details of twisted fate! Bravo!
And this is my faith--for groups as well as for individuals:
Delete"Have faith in the powerful power
twist of fate is intimately related
to our own conduct…."
Yes poetic justice indeed. And well deserved, in this case!
ReplyDeleteI was reminded of Sir Ralph the Rover in The Inchcape Rock and the lines
ReplyDelete"A sound as if with the Inchcape Bell,
The Devil below was ringing his knell."
I love the idea of God's garbage truck, sorting out the rubble......
ReplyDeleteIt is not our job to sort through the rubbish - is it?
ReplyDeleteIt is our job to be peaceful, kind and aid our fellow man.
Full of truth Panchali
Moonie
Beautifully worded.
ReplyDeleteI like the God's voice sounded behind the poetic justice.
ReplyDeleteterrorists often get blown up by their own bombs
ReplyDeleteJoy From Acts of Pleasure
Great Phrasing.
ReplyDeleteThanks everyone for reading and for your kind words. Truly appreciate :)
ReplyDelete"Terrorist blown up with his own bomb"---- how true! We all blown up by our own deeds(Karma)
ReplyDeleteI surely hope that this type of justice always works, Panchali, but it is so often that we see the perpetrators of great crimes go scot free. One would truly hope that reincarnation then would serve the justice that was not served in their current life.
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