MYOPIC RUSH
All was good before I looked
Continuing my gaze
And suddenly a beast’s unleashed
Surging for the edge
I try to stem myopic rush
Sensation floods my soul
And all I’d known was swept away
I barely found a ledge
To stop and grasp my trembling heart
Reclaim integrity
Salvage scraps of shredded self
Remembering holy pledge
To be the master of my drives
Contain all errant thought
And be content with home and hearth
A gently fragrant hedge
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i cant count the number of times I have gone through that myopic rush..this poem offesrs a lot to the readers in 1. Beast surging for the edge - desires, materialism..greed, at time do surge like waves in a calm see, toppling everything including the thought process.. 2. and then everything's gone, blown away by the beastly forces of desires and to have it all senses...all lessons are forgotten (see my poem HUNGER'S HOLD) 3. quest for reclaiming integrity. salvaging shredded self...efforts of restoration in goodness and remembering the holy pledge....great stanza. it traverses a huge course with very few words...wonderfully written, connects to life right from the word go... 4. to be the master of one's drives...to have that divine self control so that one can surrender to the greater self...to be content with home and hearth...a fragrant hedge....wonderful imagery....great flow... Wow is the word for this....10 marks