I have a place in the Universal space
Is the Purpose of the journey to find my grace?
With the past river flowing out of sight
And the future option filled with delight?
Trying to stand tall to gaze my state
Fail to find in the vicinity around!
Spotting the Sun, Moon and the Stars
Mind in its kind starts reverse engineering!
Am I to glow like the scorching Sun?
Shaping some plants and spoiling the roost!
Sucking the sap out of the earth
Pouring a part and devouring the rest!
Looking at the moon lazing around
Roaming master spying life aground!
Corroborating the witness evinced by the stars
Going underground once in a while!
Stars also blinking like students in a class
Tasting any experience enrolled in their past?
Nothing I have heard of the useless lots above
Are they in any penance searching for their fate?
Is success not to be pursued?
Or service not to be measured?
Do Celestials have that extra?
What do I miss in my Mission?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rising above the odds... and floating on high with this wonderful 'peace'... thanks for the share