Knock, The Divine Door Opens Poem by Ramesh Joshi

Pingala, the courtesan, Vidisha street
night waits for suitors visit, ready sell
beautiful flesh for the money greed,
Passers, dreaming , her customer come.

Hours wait, none visit, to quench carnal
Desires, no fortune, no gain, late night.
Waited, waited, weary, cry, curse fortune.,
Ashamed, reflect foolishness in vain greed.

wisdom, dawns last, time wasted in misery
forlorn, hoping against the hope for money
never breeds happiness, but miseries in life.
Instead, why not wait for the Lord, the Master.

Realisation now, the greedy knot, snapped,
Chose to wait, midnight vigil, continued prayer
Longing for the Lord to serve Him day and night.
Draws lesson in life that none but God is our Master.

He knows to give what, or not, we deserve,
Like greedy courtesan, man spills the beans, cry
Foul when not reached un reachable, impossible
not be possible, waiting life long in vain strife.

Abhor greed, keep avarice at distance, be true in
His trust, lead life in contentment, ask you get,
Knock the door opens, pray He will be pleased