The desire for company
Is the seed of solitude,
The zeal for the Divine
Is the rain of beatitude.
Beyond the last terminal,
Each one has to go alone;
Why not from now onward
Change our attitude.
Instead of grumbling
For things we don't have;
Let's cherish our bounties,
Thank God in gratitude.
Let's meditate and discover
Our inner world in quietude;
Let's journey within,
For spiritual magnitude.
In a journey round the world
We'll go where others have been or be;
In our inward journey there's always,
An unscaled, mystic altitude.
All that you have gathered
Was never yours, nor shall it be;
Be ready to leave, just as you came,
Stripped of all, unashamedly nude.
(Lucknow, India Dated 05th November,2015)
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'Instead of grumbling For things we don't have; Let's cherish our bounties, Thank God in gratitude.' Very well said Atul.. A nice and well-written poem.. Thanks for sharing..