Monologue

Dearest, what do I have in store for you?
How I wish I really knew?
"HIS" whims and fancies are dumped in my store.
They are segregated and dispatched from my floor.
It is a happy package for few.
Please do not ask me, "why and how".
Some may face difficulties, not very soon.
But "HE" has kick started them is a bitter boon!
Mixed bag is couriered to some.
Addition and subtraction of sins and good deeds may answer this ‘sum’!
I, "THE FUTURE" will hold peace and tranquility for just a handful.
One in billions is found to be this blessed soul!!!
To read me are astrology and palmistry.
Alas! No science or study can solve ‘HIS’ algebra and geometry.
What I hold, none can predict.
I, Myself do not know what is stored in each and every packet?!
I, the future am just "HIS" mailing office.
"HIS" orders, I carry out without prejudice.
My dear, do not worry about past, present or me.
Needles of the clock will ‘tick’ all the three!!!