Beckoning Soul - Poem by Amitava Sur
Fears and happiness with joys and strife
Pride and autocracy with hatred and crime –
Whatever I achieved is none of mine.
They all are like my external dresses
What I wear to cover up my nakedness inside.
Show me the path of ultimate peace
To liberate the soul for it’s holy abode
Let this mortal life return to immortality
With glory and shine with love and peace.
Give me the wisdom and knowledge to learn
Through perseverance and dedication.
Peace of mind is the ultimate goal
The only fancy what -
Beckons the ever lasting holy soul.
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