XI
The path is too long through the desolate terrains
Fearsome solitude is pricking in like winter waves
The time has cast dusk, the shadow of the dark night
At which end of the endless path am I to find thee?
XII
I am desperately hungry, my wallet is totally empty
I don't have any wealth saved, but dark sins only
You are my hope, will you barter my savings of sins
With the load of sins on my back I am unable to tread
XIII
Moths fly into the flames and burn themselves
Being ignorant what happens in fire flames
Death is better than to be ignorant all the life
Death is not a punishment but purification of souls
XIV
It's to this flowerless garden I came to breathe fresh air
Where buds wither and fall at the verge of blooming
A garden devoid of floral exotic and enchanting smell
To the honeybees and butterflies a forlorn dwell
XV
Two long roads, one to the royal avenue, fabulous and splendid
And the other to a holy forest Ashram in peaceful solitude
I stood in confusion where they met while you walked past me
In poor attire, along the forest road, unidentified by me my lord
Poet searches the route to eternity but he is loaded with sin. He wants to exchange his sins at his destination. He is confused which way to go and the Almighty walks past him unnoticed! Yes that is the confusion faced by mankind! ! God is so near to him he is unable to see him! ! Beautiful representation! 1
Thank you Ramadas for the sincere appraisal and slating evaluation. Wherever man is confused God almighty comes for his guidance
Two long roads, one to the royal avenue, fabulous and splendid And the other to a holy forest Ashram in peaceful solitude Man is ever in a dilemma to choose a right path. The wise chooses the path of spirituality.......10
The roads both to the palace and to the Ashram are. a long way ahead and to choose the right one is still more laborious. Thank you Geeta Menon
My wallet is empty will you barter my savings of sins. Excellent imagination
Thank you Sreekumar. He who has a saving of sins only can do nothing else
CONGRATS SIR.AS THE COUNT OF BEADS GOES YOUR PRAYERS ARE CHANTING HERE IS A POET WHO WANTS TO MAKE A STRONG STATEMENT- LETS HOPE FOR THE BEST
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Two long roads......I suppose we have to tread all roads of life and believe that He is guiding us on whatever path life opens for us or we decide to take willingly. Really beautiful addition to the Rudraksh series. Also my heartiest thanks for reading the poem The River Call Me.
Thank you Savitaji. Absolutely correct; we are led by Him to the path we deserve and He decide.But to select a material life or a spiritual life is the confusion. Once either of the road is selected (Raja Yoga or Bhakti Yoga) is it possible that the two meet anyway around?