Teaching Myself Poem by Debtoru Chatterjee

Throw name and fame out of the window,
These two imposters can lead you astray
Seek not the crown of success on your brow!
Realize where your true interests lay!

The smiles and joys of the near and dear
Are not evanescent like the morning dew!
While the many who hearken to you to hear
Would soon be reduced to a few!

And seek not the consequences of your ‘sacrifice'
Contentment is your natural state,
Worldly success is the mere throw of a dice
While the meek makes even the Lord wait!
While Satan with his forked tongue ever seeks
To push you into the cauldron deep!
Through artful argument and line
Appearance that hides the greatest crime;
The plain-faced Angel ever shall speak
By a million-fold mightier sign!