Moksha Poem by Gokul P R

Sea of loneliness is uprising
For cosmic deluge with decision of destructing
Before it covers the limits of my heart
Let this mortality be perked by death’s dart.

Denizens are sailing off to shores of acquaintance
Hereby I’m sinking in sight of its ambience
But when playboys create friends for lease
One desires experience of eternal peace.

Even in the eleventh hour of incendiary fights
None realizes what’s perpetual right
Those perceiving true essence of existence
Let Him protect them within their ordinance.

By fortune, death is truly a cleansing fire
Purifying by touch shielding self-attire
And that should be liberty from cycle of Karma
For present ignorant world still it’s an enigma…