1. Behind this fair appearance we find
A frame work of bones
which we often ignore;
A miraculous creation
with an intelligent mind
Of our thoughts and
action reflexes, a vast store
Of what we are, and
decides our future state
From tiny seeds to
gigantic trees--- named as our fate.
2. We
assert our achievements with egoistic pride
Often with exaggeration
of our sublime state;
We often turn blind to
our feeble flipside
We often attribute our
flaws to cruel fate
We defend our flaws and
misdeeds with defiant will
We often think ourselves
as victims still.
3. Though we guard ourselves with utmost care
We can’t escape from our conscience deep
The impact of our vices and virtues will never spare
Whatever we have sown, same crops we reap
Like swift running bloodhounds, they chase us
fast
Even after death they pursue till we are
caught.
4. We can’t keep skeletons in our cupboards so long
The rotten smell comes out at some time or other
Our hidden thoughts, hasty acts and wrongs
In waking or dreams-- our guilt disrupts and bothers
Till we realize and feel repentant of our guiles
All other attempts to hide them remain futile.
5. We can’t retrieve whatever we have done
Though we can’t know the ways of destiny strange;
Surrendering to God with sincere desire to change
And accept our misdeeds, foibles and faults
Gives relief and ease if we truly repent
And try to rectify our faults to some extent.
6. We can’t deceive everyone with an innocent face
The rattle of bones pursue us from within
Reprimanding us to correct our crooked ways;
We should accept our faults and acts of sin
Be ready to face the ordeals set before
Feel the pangs of guilt upto the deepest core.
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