Don't Wait Poem by Mahathi Mydavolu

Don't wait O' men too long, the trick to learn!
Epochs can sprint away between two breaths
and one wee wink may mean a missed vision!

You started well, ere long, by lighting hearth
in heart... let never douse those flames to keep
aglow, those inner vaults by gloom enwreathed!

You sink awhile in highs of twinkles deep
inside and peep awhile at worldly lows.
An ordained ordial this's, ere bliss you reap.

While sipping nectar sweet from hushed hallows
of soul, enjoy as well the lay madness
gripping the world with smiles; their woes and throes!

The myth, as ev'r, a palpable address
that bounds your spirit behind the carnal sill
and truth a ghostly trove in wilderness!

The losing sensual banshees talk ill
of your efforts, demur and try their ways
while weird tableaus parade to shake your will!

Ye see, from heart, those emitting pristine rays,
when washed in fire of truth and there the urn
of foul desires melding with Maya's haze.

This's salvation my dear, when you discern
between the flesh and soul and earn the pure
delight of fusion with Divine Atman!