Body And Soul Poem by Mahathi Mydavolu

This body; a sheer materialist
Seeks sensuous pleasures
The soul; a pure spiritualist
Wants to meld with the Redeemer

Man is thus in a fight with the man inside
Whether to treat this flesh and blood
With aesthetics and physical indulgence
Or wait with asceticism for heavenly bliss

Questions reign; answers elude
Many a true wise man died dispirited
Leaving a little said and a lot unsaid
Few greats living today are just subdued

But these conundrums, for some charlatans
Became unexpected professional boons
Mushroomed half-bred brains as saints
Sages, realists, rationalists and so on.

Well, their business is going on fine
The so called saints are enjoying material gains
Pagans are praying God to let their swarms swell
To buttress their pretensions and build power-castles

Even I dont know for sure the answers
God or no God; rational or irrational
I only know that we are all social animals
Supposed to treat with love and kindness, each other