Aim Of Life In Accord - Poem by Kumarmani Mahakul
Why do we born and what is our aim?
What is the life? Is it to enjoy and claim?
Some pine to lead their lives in sorrow,
Some do pleasure to earn wealth as like hero.
Abandoned persons give grieves men to men,
And get pleasure as possible as they can.
Persons like hunters enliven the lives using arrow,
Killing animals with pleasure and do get marrow.
People like body consciousness ever do harry,
Earn bundles of notes having black white marry.
They do everything for their skinned, blooded body,
Which is perishable even a king, queen or gentle lady.
There is a soul inside the body that drives body car,
It needs peace, purity, love, bliss, happiness and par.
Righteous persons ratify these qualities with joy,
The life should be charisma and never be toy.
As body is mortal and soul is ablaze light,
Aim of life should be zipped to earn honesty &bright.
Meditation ought to be done in favour of supreme soul,
To acquire sympathy, empathy, kindness would be our goal.
He is our father, mother, comrade and censor,
Let his blessing on us to be kind and censer.
He will sanctify us and our sins will be vanished,
We have to earn earlier as unknowingly life will be finished.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
Accord- consent, agreement
Pine-languish, waste way from grief.
Enliven-make lively or cheerful.
Harry-harass, raid, plunder repeatedly.
Marry-join, combine well.
Marrow-soft fatty substance in the cavities of bones, flesh.
Perishable-suffer death or ruin, subject to decay.
Righteous-morally right, virtuous.
Ratify-confirm, accept by formal consent.
Toy-trifling thing, thing meant only for amusement.
Zip -energy, vigour, infuse with life and energy.
Bright—intelligent, talented, cheerful, shining.
Censor-officer authorized to correct error.
Censer-container in which incense is burnt.
Sanctify-make, declare or regard as holly.
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