Primary ambition-
Earning, spending, loving, rejoicing, leaving everything far behind.
Secondry ambition-
Showing, helping, donating, worshipping everything that is blind.
Coclusion-
Both are boring, hurting, devastating, disturbing, and unkind.
Choose something in between,
In everything balance should be seen.
Amazing panoramic description …wise n’ contemplative great write.... thanks for sharing Hon’ble Poet Mohammad-ji Regards Ms. Nivedita UK 10/10
very interesting. every soul gets peace by doing something special. sure balance is a must in all that we do. a nice write,
Almost, but not exactly a call for something very like a moderation of the intensity or ambition's blind drive. Yet, the loving and helping are very redeemable/retainable. Perhapts it is the blind drive only that needs to be balanced. Like, the heart and mind being behind every action listed, like the reason for why we do whatever we do instead of just doing because we've so determined. I like it.
Yeng and Yang, inner peace my friend it most certainly describes something we all try achieve. But still I think mines quite out of my reach. So I thank you for this poem.
An invitation for reflection, balance and introspection. I like it very much..Cristina Teodor
This poem certainly makes the reader think. Is the enlightened master or sage or saint boring? was my first reflection. Then, what is in between? I have no ready answer. Somehow poems that make people think and leaves them with more questions than answers are poems that hit their aim. The message is moderation, I think, but are the extremes boring?
It's a nice poem........ read my poem [Consolation].......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem presents the ambitions that alter according to the time and age. Only earning, loving or showing and helping are the boring works if we're bound to any one of them only. But, thank to God, they all change with course and we have to choose a balance action that also presents the spirit of adjustment. Good poem and nice expression