a poem by Kesav Venkat Easwaran
East and west north and south and the rest nadir and zenith
Earth a dice that rolls along a locus that's predetermined!
What number whither a face we have been assigned to there?
Nobody knows but one that throws this eternal spooky dice!
Akin to a Brownian speck random walks every life!
Haphazard; yes forget it; the concept of chance, in believe!