Prisoner Of A Mortal Mansion Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

A prisoner art thou in mortal mansion,
In scheming mind, intellect caught in pride,
A spectator mute of their perverse passion,
Unable to act nor react aside;
Befooled, benumbed by raw powers that ye bless,
O thou unsuspecting suffering Self,
Thy savants mocking like mischievous elf;
What a price to pay to be mere witness!
And yet, be they savants, servants, or friends,
Prisoner shalt thou forever remain—
A poor helpless li’le soul until all ends—
Till ye evolve and reach thine destined plane.
Wonder, why need ye be helpless witness,
Assert, thine alter ego to suppress!
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-Sonnets | 01.12.08 |