Ishaa-Vaasyam Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Abode of Lord be this all, by Him lit,
All, whatso moves and not;
Renounced only shouldst thou eat,
He relishes that shares and gives,
He that renounces receives;
O greed thou naught,
Whose wealth ye think be this?
Heaven's, whose, if not His?

And yet man does covet,
Vulture-like greeds— to grab and get;
Grabbing aplenty, scarce to give,
Un-renounced, hoping to receive;
And plundering Mother Earth,
Espying all that was worth;
Polluting pristine waters,
Bottling to sell in pots and potters;
Even air that over his head spreads,
Easy that can't be sold, he degrades.

Thinks selfish, this foolish man,
On dunghill as if a crackling hen:
My private backyard be this world—
All that I've grabbed so far,
And all yon me on a far star—
Be mine to enjoy; me, me, it's my word.
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The first Para paraphrases what Isha Upanishad's first verse said. But man covets and greeds like a vulture still.
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Reflections | 11.08.11 |