Of Plans And Blame...

A disciple of Darwin,
Cannot believe in free will;
In spite of a famine,
A bhakta can’t even cavil.

If you like the onus,
Of a life you’re to explore,
Much like Columbus,
Appreciate those who oar.

You need their aid,
For you are grossly checked;
Don’t let this thought fade,
Lest you should be wrecked:

"A plan is only an idea,
Which could well manifest,
If not the shores of India,
Lead you to troves further West."

So, before you blame,
Discern what you've found;
It may not be the same,
But still have much to astound.

Hog the blame,
And you incur the malaise;
Find another to shame,
And the same pasture you graze.