AND HIS STATE
is made of a compound of ingredients of odd characteristics ever at
war with one another. Nor is the capable of subduing the forces -
internal and external, diametrically opposed with one another and
are fighting eternally non-stop. He is a puppet in their hands and
drawn towards them by a string fastened to his nose. He is helpless,
to a rudderless boat tossing in the mid-sea amidst razing
tempests. Pitiable is his lot, and unbearable is the sight of the
misery, he is dragging on daring his earthly sojourn - fed on water
of affliction and bread of sorrow.
he deserve sympathy? Why has he lost his paradise? Is his plight
thrust upon him, or self-wrought? Would he ever regain his former
glory as enjoyed in the garden of Eden? Who would lift him? When
would he reach his blissful destination? what is he expected to do
now to tide over the crisis?