Questions Unanswered

There are many puzzling questions I would like to know;

 Who makes the tiny, fragile saplings luxuriantly grow?

Is it the Almighty, the manifestation and epitome of Perfection?

Of Wisdom, of Justice, of Caring, the fountain of Compassion!

When the wild dog gorges on the struggling baby deer alive,

Helpless and in agony—pathetic in its endeavor to survive!

 Why does He not hear the poignant cry for help, in dire need?

Why does He not stop the slaughter, why he allows it to bleed?

 There is a lot more inconsistency, which I would like to know,

Is it God who creates the oceans, and the winds that blow?

When poverty snatches the bread from the hungry child’s mouth,

When land is parched and gaping, because of a severe drought,

Who is there to assuage the misery, the hardship and the pain?

Why are thousand supplications to God, rejected, and in vain?

Why is the Blind, all his life in darkness, not being able to see?

 Isn’t it unjust, when only some may savor Nature’s beauty?

God is Omnipotent; in a second He can gift him his sight,

Why, pray tell me then, why does He not set everything right?

I am baffled, perplexed, confused, in a state of bewilderment,

I ponder, I analyse-- answer to my query, would be God-sent!