Treasure Island

ROCHISH MON

(4-11-00 / INDIA)

Do People Pass?


People do pass, carrying themselves-
From times immemorial,
From times unhistorical

People do pass, carrying themselves-
As if they found answers
As if they had visions
As if they are rectified
As if they are fructified

People do pass, carrying themselves-
Saints, sages, masters, teachers
Arrived and addressed their duties
The propriety never been felt
The exactness still to be dealt

People do pass, without pause-
From moments to moments
From actions to actions

Purity yet not obtained
Sanctity yet to be adopted

People do pass, people do pass…
Without pause-

Do people pass, as if caring for themselves?
From confusion to clarity
From trash to virtuosity-

Submitted: Monday, May 06, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, May 07, 2013

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