Pollution Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Pollution

The mind pollution was awful.
It hurt everybody around.
It created hurtful souls.
The pollution of my mind.

I went in zig-zag ways.
It created polluted ways.
I hurt so many.
I also hurt myself.

You see the bad way,
Was most enjoyable.
It seemed the temptations,
Were simply doable.

But one day, a moment,
Caught me by surprise.
The Void in me told so,
That that was the correct way.




Inspired by Buddhism