What a confusion!
Why this world I am living in?
Am I put here with my free will?
I am an agent of God-
Agents have no choice
But to do the principal's will.
Did He create this world for naught?
Did He not honour me...
...as the best of His creation?
Yet, I complain of the absurdity...
of my creation,
That He gave me no choice to will,
That is foolish on my part.
What more honour should I aspire
I am exercising divine will
Yes, in my creation I had no will
But in my action I have free will
I will be judged for my action
On the day of resurrection
Great purpose is there of my creation
In infinite mysteries, I am coiled in
Mysterious are the ways of God!
Mykoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is no mystery about life's choices. You have free will to believe or not believe what is spoon fed to you by others. No should accept anything without proper thought. From religious beliefs to advertisements on religious channels.