Wednesday, November 23, 2016

WHEN ???


   











                       




           When beloved friends are drifted away by fateful chance
         When wants are extinguished by cruel circumstance
         When love turns to mockery and lacerates like a lance
         When ideals fly beyond our reach with a deriding glance
         We feel forlorn, a single leaf, at the tip of a withered branch
         Trembling at every gust of wind, and turns too blanch
         The worldly wise who once bewitched the cheering mass
         Like fallen mansions dwindle when their days are gone, alas !

         Blessed are they who have the gift of gaining succor
         Of God, by constant touch of Him, with prayer
         They shine without becoming dead with mental strain
         They find their bliss, stable, unmoved by loss or gain ;
         Yet this requires a humble mind which harps on Lord
         Above these maddening joys and woes, unchained and unbarred.

                 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

24th November, 2016                                Somaseshu Gutala


         
     
    
        

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