Pangs Of A Lacerated Soul Poem by UMESH KUMAR SINGH

Pangs of a lacerated soul seek for blessings divine;
The senses fed to the brim;
Failed to satiate the hungers they fed.
Matters worshipped like anything;
Ditched and proved a mirage.
The values sterling abjured for long;
Boomerang like anything.
The whole universe becomes;
Denuded of meanings meaningful.
The only solace lies in seeking;
For a glimpse divine;
That which could break;
The cycles of birth and death;
The dichotomy of body and spirit.
Science enriched our knowledge;
But robbed us of the riches of our soul.
Dr Faustus won the knowledge he sought for;
But pledged his soul to Evil.
What did he get at the end?
Perpetual damnation and nothing else!
Our conscience us bewares;
"Don't after matter alone do run;
And don't only your sensory pleasures seek;
Senses are senseless and leave you bereft of wisdom divine;
Lest your soul desert you and you weep thereafter;
Lest you are nowhere;
But left in a dreary desert;
Pining for a drop nowhere seen;
Not the drop of ordinary water;
But the drop of amrita;
Which lends you immortality and a life divine;
Then it would be too late for you to retreat.
As you shall be shorn of the merit to deserve.