678. Life Trade In World Market 240110 Poem by Raman Savithiri

From a blade of grass to giant business man
‘Self’ ‘self’ ‘self’ is the only cry
From a crawl of a worm to deal of a man
‘Gain’ ‘gain’ ‘gain’ only they try

The entire globe is a market place
Even a smile estimates a future profit
The entire life is ‘give and take’ trade
Compassion? Love? Where do they fit?

The most sacred love of mothers
Itself is reduced down to dust
What to speak of love of others?
My heart shatters; all feelings burst!

What deal do I have in this market?
What should I buy to fill my basket?
I do have only a broken heart
I do have only few rotten thoughts

Maa, I sit in a corner and watch
My little brain does not catch
The tremendous speed of this world
I don’t understand the busy crowd!

Maa, I close my eyes and watch
My little awareness does not catch
The mad run of my own mind
And the thoughts faster than wind!

Neither the external nor the internal
I know in totality; what an ignorance!
Maa! You invoked a question eternal
‘Who am I? ’ kindly tell me, at once