PATH TO DIGNITY

Our life,

Is full of, sores and sorrows;

On each turn, and every moment,

There is tough, and terrible test of time;

On every morrow,

Cravingly, we run behind our needs;

All the means and measures,

We try to get, comforts and compliments;

We heap up, voraciously, innumerable needs,

One after another, again and again;

We sleeplessly strive, to multiply,

The coffers and treasures, to make it, a mountain;

Though, hundreds of stairs of success,

Are successfully climbed;

Yet thousands of them,

Seems still to be climbed, to the restless spirit;

Leaving it more, torn and tedious;

The worldly matters, and materials,

May look astounding, and redundant,

To corporeal eyes;

May satiate, more of our, devil desires,

And may have, hundreds hands of,

Temporary applause, and appreciations;

And may look to be, lovable and lustrous;

Such, fickle and fraudulent, notions,

Leads us nowhere,

But immeasurable, and demoniac dale of death;

Garbaging, all our lofted attainments;

No matter,

How much assets, we possess;

What matters, to us all,

Is, how much happy and satisfied, we are;

Even, one rupee coin, a day,

May bring brightness, to the beggar’s child face;

But hundreds of rupees,

May break the heart of wealthier child;

Such inglorious, and ruffian’s ways,

That much only, to provide,

Peace to mind and power to the heart;

With enough equanimity, and fraternity feelings,

May lead, to the path of dignity.