Who’s watching over?

                               

Sometimes I wonder, who sees it all

Spirit or fate, the almighty  God?

When we lose our sense, of true and false

When things seem blurred, and all is farce

Some imperceptible power , some subtle signs

Tell us what’s easy, but what’s right

Is it the conscience , or the voice of heart

Intuition, third eye, call it what you want

That shows us the light, when we can’t see

Tell us who we are, and what we should be

And sees to it, that the well doers cherish

While the greedy selfish, the callous perish

And make us believe, that bliss or treason

All that happens, happens for a reason.