priyasakha,vipaddandaaghaatha

Priya sakha,vipaddandaaghaatha prapaatha paramparaa Parichayaabale chinthaa chakre nidhaaya vidhih khalah, Mrudamiva balaa thpindeekruthya pragalbha kulaalava Dbhramayathi mano,no janeemah kimathra vidhaasyathi//88// Nothing is in our hands. difficulties are according to fate.They are in the hands of Almighty.Poet is irritated by the acts of God.He is harsh at his DOINGS. He is actually hurt .This bad God is so cruel.He has made my mind and soul like a pulp. He is thawing it like a man who does pottery,beating with a stick all the time to soften it .He is beating with sticks of difficulties. He is rotating and churning on a wheel of tension and sadness.Why he is doing like this,I am unable to understand.