Oh self! dig your mind
Light years deep to find
The roots of rage and greed
Where from lust too breed
Dive deep oceanic thoughts
To reach the dark bottoms
Merging diversions to one
As in black colours are none
When you yourself are slave
To your mind and senses five
What good could you thrive
To the world in endless strife?
When you are chased by hunger
And suffering from your own anger
Won’t it be sheer ridiculous
To talk about world peace?
Keeping your home untidy
Do you try to make street tidy?
When you are not yet awake
How to arouse world? ! You fake!
As a blind trying to guide
Travelers in a busy road side
You limited fragment physical
Try to solve problems eternal!
To the world the best service
Could be to have one’s
Own mind crystal clear
Free from rage and desire
Thus try hard to cleanse!
Sing with tears divine songs.
Or sit motionless to watch
Mind to let purity hatch
Let the ego spikes fall
To make you a smooth ball
So that when you roll
Your hits make hurts nil
This is the best help to world
Practice this wisdom age old
Other services have no roots
They are just like clay boats! 160909
Morning I started this poem(?) after my meditation(?) . Due to guests I could not continue after 8 lines.
Evening I met my old friend who still talks vigorously about the evils of caste system especially domination of Brahmins and corrupted politics of India.
Fortunately my mind is far away from these things striving daily to purify myself. I am able to see the beauty of caste system especially the great Brahmins from whom I have been getting timely helps since my very birth. (I was named after a Brahmin lady who helped my mother during my birth and she was who gave me ‘seanai’ – touching the tongue of a newborn by finger with honey.)
And to talk about India! ....One should go beyond logics. When I think of my nation ….I become speechless. Who can fully understand India’s glory? And why to be blinded by social problems of India? To see its beauty one should go beyond these things.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
if we have to call something as clear thought process it is this great.......................keep giving more and more your foot note is an open letter/awakening call to people who think with limitations...true words from a great soul