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 puppet show Where I am nothing Yet I think I have something! Ignorance of the sublimest kind!