Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Bronze Star - 2,187 Points (1-7-1959 / india)

Looking For Self - Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

I lost something,
But could not understand the loss;
But felt a vacuum every where;
And ran for it every where—
In the temple, high rising mosques,
Dusty dargahas, crossed churches;
To the Hajj and in the sermons.
I listened them, recited them;
Got lots of others, I had forgotten;
But not the one, I was searching for;
The trouble is—small or big;
But true SELF—only PEACE—a feeling;
Though no less priced for it.
I stand alone on the roof top,
Hitting my brain out,
For the last time I enjoyed it,
In my mother's lap,
But nothing comes to empty but swollen mind;
Only darkness and darkness;
When my brain is full,
Of worldly worries and jealousies.
At last surrendered to my creator,
I got my self and peace; hidden inside.
Like a stainless man beside a stainless maid;
And either sleeping, nor knowing of other there;
Till the Srimad Bhagwad Gita awakened;
‘A sober-sleeping soul; glimmered high:
The brute world howling forced it into bonds,
The sin that practices melts into blood,
And as it chanced, once again, happy, being pure.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 1, 2013

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