Truth protected by lies

This poem would speak about the state of mind now,started with epics hence I feel confused in places where I have to.Hence it goes !

Its always the mortal truth

One half of world is in dawn

Other half ought to be in dusk

Matter of chance is never from you nor me

Its how he who weaved the  plot

They say its bad,good and ugly

If my actions abide my protocols

It’s a damn right one among many shots

For nations in dusk it’s a matter of faith

For remaining half might be a mean

If almighty he defined black and white

If he defined the remedies

Karma is never in my account

I play like a puppet where twine is always his

He who incharge of karma

Why there comes  transgender

Making them as a matting creature

You write the karma ,

Industry is yours  and you make mistakes in my eyes

Where your karma lives man-chitragupta

All negativities has  splendid explanation

Maya,Athma,paramathma

Then comes in science gestalt

Beating the same bush with bigger sticks

Will I get a plain answer in one corner of this world

Uncover the truth protected by lies

I don’t want to end up with peeling onions

Why how when 

Iam no more dead to stop questions

My dear engineer,give me the design

Behind all your sculptures.

                       -Sathya Balakrishnan