With your play rehearsed,
I got immersed.
With no yearning,
I kept yawning.
With my senses strong,
I always went wrong.
With question of enquiry,
I started my journey.
With my books,
I got my clues.
With all my trouble.
I tried to struggle.
With joys transitory,
I got lost momentarily.
With senses as tidal wave,
I got washed away as a slave.
With attachments all around,
I kept going round and round.
With unreal nagging,
I got carried away napping.
With all my weakness,
I made very little progress.
With all your glory,
I couldn't lose meekly.
With path being hard,
I often lost heart.
With my senses treat,
I had to retreat.
With strength so scarce,
I often got scared.
With you and I as one,
I don't have to run.
With death nearing,
I can't keep waiting.
With strength as fuel,
I must start the duel.
With me concealing me,
I must blame none but me.
With struggle as the only way,
I will find you on the way.
Life is a struggle but worthwhile at the end. Keep it up. Tess
Yes, that very struggle towards the goal leads us to the goal! Let us struggle and succeed!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Seek and you will find, when the seeker is left behind....