Bliss In Highest Orbit - Poem by Kumarmani Mahakul
Moving from lower orbit to higher orbit,
Every soul searches for greater joy,
Every person from remote village to town,
From small town to big and bigger town,
He goes to city then and then to metro city,
In search of education, work or earning,
And the ambition is only to search happiness,
As he thinks that joy is less in primary orbit,
He can find higher joy in next to next place.
Roaming in material world carrying own body,
He sees shining cites and gets attachment,
Getting joy for few days he again searches more,
Illusion never gives permanent joy at all,
This world is changing continuously is true,
Accepting change and challenge he proceeds,
Still joy he gets never lasts for long.
Sometimes he smiles and sometimes he cries,
Emotion scribbles his mind and heart,
Soul never stops searching for happiness.
God is ocean of peace and bliss we know,
Souls are his children and bliss is right,
Every soul loves to get long time bliss,
But searching bliss in material things,
He never gets and falls in trap of illusion,
Temporary pleasure is given by matters,
This is perishable like human body,
Soul is eternal and eternal bliss he wants,
Going in opposite way he does not get,
Moving towards higher orbit of righteous light,
With dignity in chariot of meditation in trance,
When soul starts his journey towards God,
In the higher cosmic abode he gets bliss,
God's abode is the highest home or orbit,
Eternal peace and bliss from powerful ocean,
Here by God's mercy and grace soul gets,
Eternal beauty and values motivate mind,
Bliss in highest orbit empowers in wisdom,
Every soul wants to achieve this of course.
The soul bird, how far he flies higher in sky,
This angel knows the deepness of that orbit.
© Kumarmani Mahakul,19, April 2018. All rights reserved.
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