Seen there everywhere the existence of a pendulum; in shop, in temple, in church, in school, in bus and with care it is kept. But like a mad in the asylum it is kept in a clock.
To search out its existence inside a cage like clock it moves to and fro. No way is there to advance in its mission, 'cause of a block put aside by the clock for out not to let it go.
Man is blocked, checked today. No effort is seen on his part to improve his spirit,to get bettered in life and in someway the salvation of which he is mostly keen, 'cause he's engulfed world's bait.
Man is imprisoned in this world. There is no way out for salvation. Jesus is on the cross still; the Ram-Rahim fight goes on; and they hold it constantly which is an exception, 'cause there comes a black sceptic night; awaits a night that of Mahabharat obviously when all Yadavs become mads.
The pendulum is loose. Man spends his energy uselessly. A terror of deluge and destruction clads the world. Choose MAN, choose the right path!