Desire, is what they say
That needs to be killed,
For we have sorrow
That kills. Oh! It pains.
This is our goal and its true
But is this truth?
Oh! It’s this monster again
A monster that thinks.
Why? Oh! My lord, why?
You have the answer dear son.
Ain’t you a rational?
Remember your first moment of being.
The fruit of that forbidden tree
That took you away from me.
So it’s all, of my being.
But you exist in me.
What if I am not there?
Think twice, dear lord,
For I am in you, you in me
Please, lets not start a debate.
Duty is what I need to perform
For I am a karmayogi,
That which comes first,
That which makes my legacy.
A battle that’s, in being, through ages
With hopes of light,
That makes us dream.
And this is what, needs to be killed?
This is harsh, oh! Dear lord
For this provides solace,
So that I can face my tomorrow
Still in hope of that light.
I ponder, for I am tired
Of fighting with myself.
Lord, please give me death
As this monster needs to be killed.
I don’t know if this is your courtesy
but I know, I will die
And, this is the moment
Neither you will be there, nor me.
I can't really say how impressed I am with this phulosophical writing. There is a lot to be said in philosophy. It is very difficult to focus the mind when it is in conflict with itself. This is a bad place to be because it leads to confusion. I recommend this poem because of its quality. Not its philosophy. GW62
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh true karmayogis writes poem without desire of comments...................so u are karmayogi.......great write...........