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Pangs of a lacerated soul seek for blessings divine;
The senses fed to the brim
Failed to satiate the hungers they fed.
Matters worshipped like anything
Ditched and proved a mirage.
II
The values sterling abjured for long,
Boomerang like anything.
The whole universe becomes
Denuded of meanings meaningful.
The only solace lies in seeking
A glimpse divine
That which could break
The cycles of birth and death,
And the dichotomy of body and spirit.
III
Science enriched our knowledge
But robbed us of the riches of our soul.
Dr Faustus won the knowledge he sought
But pledged his soul to Evil.
What did he get at the end?
Perpetual damnation and nothing else!
IV
Our conscience us bewares:
“Don’t run after matter alone,
And don’t seek only your sensory pleasures"
Senses are senseless and leave you bereft of wisdom divine,
Lest your soul deserts you and you weep thereafter,
Lest you are nowhere,
But left in a dreary desert.
V
Pining for a drop nowhere seen,
Not the drop of ordinary water,
But the drop of amrita
Which lends you immortality and a life divine;
Then it would be too late for you to retreat,
As you shall be shorn of the merit to deserve. |
