Business Of Business Poem by V P Mahur

Business of being busy
Is the greatest business
For, it never likes a man
To show any idleness

In the orchard of pleasure
Man collects leaves of pain
Dry and lifeless they are
As the desert without rain

In the crowd of all known
Man feels himself unknown
And in search of loving one
He finds only furious frown

By and by he loses all peace
And filled with utter confusion
Although he commits error
Yet he doesn’t make confession

At the time of his departure
He feels deeply bothered
Why he did not obey his God
Forgetting what He Ordered