Man’s reason fails falling in troubles,
Knowledge gives caution ponder over it,
And self-planning does end like bubbles,
Then we all wonder at our cunning wit.
Efforts go in vain the stars control fate,
Man is a puppet in the hands of Nature,
Blaming for it others we ourselves abate,
Man is all little worlds not a miniature.
Of this universe to whom does control
Our tiny reason always does get sleep,
Having no witness and nothing its role,
In our earthly life matters it does creep.
Reason not but planets shape our trends,
Therefore in thinking we are fate errands.