Day after day
Night after night,
Wonders a soul
About its plight
Why’d I come
On this earth
Whats the reason
Of my birth
It looks around
Towards all sources
In books of ages
In temples and churches
They all run mute
And fall short
To satisfy him
A poor soul smart
It looks beyond
To the world real
Into nature infinite
For answers surreal
Rises the sun
To clothe the earth
And comes the moon
To spread the mirth
Rises a flower
Shining in happiness
Grows a fruit
Gives away its ripeness
From rivers and mountains
To birds that sing
States the mother nature
Giving is the thing
Live to give
Give to live
Is the only message
Of every age
Giving is the aim
Tis the only goal
Of its existence
Realizes the soul
To give is to be pure
To help is to believe
To serve is to worship
To love is to live
Love and compassion
Are His only wishes
Rest all are dogmas
Unnecessary and worthless
The one who knows
And follows this always
To the last breath
Is the realized Self
That is the aim
That is the goal
To be good and pure
That’s why you’re here.
(Inspired by Swami Vivekananda's lecture 'The Real Worship'.)
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9 comments:
hey!! amazing poem...so there's also a poet hidden within you :)
Thought is what this world balances on. And to be able to express your beautiful thought so effortlessly is a gift.
Hope you will write more poems for your fans!
awesome. i like this
vaibhav...........khup chaan
fwennie, why didest u stoppeth bloggeying?
It is quite wonderful! Really good one fwennie, but then. Dont you think you could have made the phrases longer and the poem shorter?
vaibhav, I truly love this!
you perfectly delievered the message while adhering to poetic form,
I can feel the compassion from your heart in this!
me wuv this
Next time you decide to 'give' scrap me. To recieve graciously is a divine attribute too. :)))
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