A trivial toy, a meaningless sport;
Indeed, throwing away the costly
pearls
Into cinders of nothing; none to
account.
This precious breath we waste in
empty sounds.
To pollute and slander others.
This gift which can reveal the
spirit
Beneath our senses, meaningful
depths;
This precious strength and spark
we consume.
In degrading ways,
self-imprisoned idle pleasures
Leaving behind, alas, an inner
penury.
As age engulfs with fangs of
disease
We curse in vain our crooked
past
Spent in worthless acts at
expensive cost.
This
boon, this only chance with reason fraught
We spend like airy nothing in
worthless ways;
The secrets of existence
unexplored
Without a solid foundation we
hope
To build our uncertain future;
Without understanding Nature
Without thrill of noble thoughts
and devotion
We drive our days downhill to
doom;
No lotus within our bosom blooms
No coiled secrets do we unwind;
In wretched chains we ourselves
bind;
Oh God! How can we account for
thy gifts!
A rudderless journey adrift;
Time’s nearing threat we hear
Till now our vision and goal
unclear;
What ransom avails to clear our
debt?
Once lost is lost forever. What
our fate?
We blame to justify our erring ways;
Do we deserve in truth almighty
grace?
This precious gift we ought to
care and know
Of what we are, a spark of
divine glow;
With
mercy, love and piety dwell
Thy life, a kernelled fruit but
not a shell
Work first, you need not ask;
God knows His mighty task.
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31st December, 2023 Somaseshu Gutala
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