Ceaseless Struggle Poem by Praveen Kumar In Shobha Priya

Why make life a sad ceaseless struggle
From the rootless birth to the lightless death?
The spark of life, too short for strifes,
Why burns red-hot with no lights anywhere?
The light that glows from the birth to death,
Let spread to the world in quiet strength
In cool bright glow of grace and refrain;
Let passions cool and reasons prevail
To build a bridge between two ends
In the bright light of undisturbed peace.

Why the world is rife with strifes
With rotten race for imaginary Crumbs?
For what, these strifes, for what, this race,
It not for course of undisturbed peace?
How gulfs dug help an easy smooth walk?
Plug man-holes with trust, contentment
And walk your path with quiet confidence,
The road leads nowhere, the path is all goal,
Build your roads for long calm path
Where you tread like a king who vanquished all greeds.

No war brought glory to human race,
No street-fight brought peace anywhere near;
The strains of struggle like old cobwebs
Fill inner world with unclean fear, pain;
It defile life's temple, dim inner light
And light long flames of black passions:
The calm, lush field of leisurely confidence
Crumbles to a land of sultry dust-storm,
Blind to reason and dumb to faith
Where race for hell is learnt impulse.

Struggle breeds struggle, never peace or love,
Struggle breaks heart, struggle breaks trust,
Struggle breaks nerves to crack life's pleasures,
Struggle leads to struggle, to end in sad struggle
Where gain and loss, both end in deep grief!
Strifes do rise along peaceful course
Like poisonous smoke of a craft's space-lift,
To be shied and shun along the forward thrust;
Spread your wings and enjoy the flight
That carries you to sky in leisurely joy.