The Inevitable

The inevitable - - - - - - - - - - - - Great is the God Who has shaped this world, My soul and my body Ears, nose, eyes and cheeks All well set and look busy As crafted with precision By His majesty I played with angels In the early morning Happy and sublime And in the evening Seen angels me caressing Ears not hearing Eyes not twinkling And cheeks settling on new latitude Where as if a new soul conceived Tilting from east to west Seeking as if in heaven a quiet rest Scared I run to a doctor Wishing to know its identity Diagnosed and spelt out as Bell's palsy Oh doctor what it is A sort of a facial paralysis, he said And with treatment It could be buried in its grave While I was not expecting it, it came Came with a distressing fear And who could stop an alien That comes armed and sudden To destroy your bastion Antidote successfully employed To expel it to its domain After a few days'suffering Descends a sense of paralysing bliss A mirror of glazed face with sunshine That was missing............