Who Am I To Arrange Poem by Ramakrushna Sahu

The moment I arrange things
In a order as to my likes
The nature is disturbed
And cracks are carved on my face

That is how I invite suffering

I am here to accept as gifts
Whatever is given to me,
It is a privilege to be present here
But to stick to nothing on the path
To pass out without being touched

I am given the freedom of choice
Only to know and choose
A suitable path out of many
But not to dismantle anything here
And not to make one's own
To get lost for ever
In the virgin forest of death's mystery

who am I to arrange
For what I see as disorder
Is in order designed by the nature