Treasure Island

gajanan mishra

(3rd April 19sixty / Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India)

Desire is fire


Desire is fire
You can not extinguish
This fire by trying to fulfill the desire
You are to adopt different process there.

Desire is fire
This material world
And women are clarified butter
Don't pour on this blazing fire.

Give up all attractions to
Material enjoyment, my dear
And engaged yourself fully
In devotional service.

And attain perfection, my dear
Have patience, don't get anger.

Submitted: Wednesday, December 18, 2013

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anger, desire all are fire.

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  • Rubab Atwal (12/18/2013 10:52:00 AM)

    how true, yes desire is a fire one cannot extinguish. an extraordinary poem, just beyond words. (Report) Reply

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