Service, The Way To Happiness - Poem by Ashutosh Dash
If you entangle thy soul, upon the soil of mother earth;
You shall explore her warmth, germinating since birth;
The benevolence that lies, in the transparency of her heart;
Her kindness towards mankind, as an empathetic tract.
Her kindness, her warmth, dissolves in the respire of mine;
She holds me, my heart, within her empathetic enzyme;
She's the creator, the crystal ball of peacefulness;
Apprehending the mankind, with her heart of uniqueness.
When I unfurled my little eyes, before the heaven of infinite;
I was held with the generosity, for a moment, a minute;
She was my mother, the foremost teacher of mine;
The benevolence of her heart, dissolving every desire of mine.
She unfurled my little heart, before the elegance of creation;
Recognizing my little thoughts, before the heaven of inception;
She taught me helpfulness, and brotherhood amongst all;
The foremost teacher of mine, yet the humblest enthrall.
Since the day, I entered the heaven of knowledge;
I found someone, admiring me, my pioneering pledge;
She was my teacher, painting my life with achievements;
The kindest of the kind, from where knowledge radiates.
Oh God, I'm ignorant, ignorant of the enormous ocean I thrive in;
Yet I thank with my innocence, such magnificence I've ever seen;
Where everyone's the humblest, yet the most unique in their own;
Being a fragment, amongst the seeds, the immortal had sown.
For the benevolence of those, I can dream of happiness;
Are the kindest of all, I learnt brotherhood and helpfulness;
Being ignorant amongst all, I thank them with innocence;
The efforts of those, who've shaped my aspiring condense.
Service to them, exclaims true assistance to humanity;
As everyone's a teacher and a student's entity;
I'm to learn, and spread the message of benevolence;
Before the soil of humanity, and the river of innocence.
If the world transforms, understanding service with happiness;
Humanity shall terraform, its heart with helpfulness;
Service towards mankind, is the service to supreme;
Approaching thy thoughts, a kingdom of peacefulness.
RUCHIKA HIGH SCHOOL,
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