Chaos

 They say it is destiny, 

What happens under Your scrutiny.

They say it is meant to be, 

You puppet the strings of me.

They say it is an order 

Of universe, divine numbers 

And laws in patterns sublime;

But isn't the universe itself an absolute? 

A lawless, timeless, endless attribute? 

Isn't the earth in unorganised havoc? 

Isn't it chaos that runs the cosmos?

© Suranya