Searching The Divine Providence

Starts as a cell, ends as mud
Thats how life is, as little as a bud

We think of our pasts and so did our dads
To figure out where we are n how we fared

Some believe that its HE who made us
A few think its nothing but ruckus

I tried to think, to see HIM
Searching for HIM even when the chances were dim

Some say, pray and he'll answer you
I dint that for 19 years, my effort flew

They say everything around you is HIM
Others say no matter how much u try, you wont win

The man who once couldn't make a cart is now taming the wind
Ones who were in the dark now have lights in their hand

Every gen is getting closer and closer to the answer
Some are almost there but they are fewer

HE is cunning to give us this short life
Which is very little as compared to this huge strife

HE knew that we would crack it someday
So he created this so called delay

I know, one fine day with him we'll have our tea time to spend
But oh no, now as he knows my plan the world will end.