In Meditation Poem by Vaibhav Simha

In Meditation



In a room enclosed, all paneled walls—dark and dim,
I sat vegetative: all lost to world, grave and grim.
Deep inside my own self, my pneuma did pray to Earth
For all it had, it felt the ground to be its only berth.

Darkling air had all done—only gloom hovered in air,
But for all I knew, a sparkle showed me heavenly care.
A light so tender, yet so sharp, penetrated through
The crevice o' wall, and thus the glittering grew.

In vacant thought, the darkled mind had all things besmeared;
Since, if left feral, they all turn into things to be feared!
Emptiness was my badge: my conscience knew it all,
But that meant it knew that these things did maul.

Lingered for long the cinders of hope, leaving me respite—
And evinced to me the profundity of those I held in despite.
In cerebration and meditation, this light to me accorded
The harmony of the skies, a deific legacy left unrecorded.

And hence I knew, the joys of interim solitude.
The lave of love had in me grown to a multitude!
This blackness accentuates light—so does bad good.
And so I saw, in hours of neutrality in which I brood.

Sunday, April 12, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: meditation,wisdom
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Celebration of meditation: the feelings concealed within.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Edward Kofi Louis 22 April 2020

Closed! ! Enclosed! Facing righteous works; Heavenly care! ! ! Muse of righteous laws. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Me Poet Yeps Poet 22 April 2020

Another nice poem Doinvite good poets to read Select your readers not MAKANWALAS You read me I will too kind. Very few compose poetry All seemingly are in a hurried rat race AH SEE I am the BEST kind... There are quite a few who just bribe many smile TC VS.

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