The Alchemist - Poem by Shruti Naik
Poor was I by destiny's wrath,
Sadness and misery were all I hath.
Sat I all day long shedding tears,
Perennial problems being fears.
Then came one day a saint my way,
Said he 'My child! Why dismay? '
What have I done?
For I should be so grief stricken?
The sage silently at me he smiled,
To go to the Alchemist he advised.
That he would turn lead to gold,
Oh! My My! Lo and behold!
With desires, wishes and dreams unfulfilled,
With a hope to meet him, I started.
I went past plains, past deserts, past rivers
Past the snowy mountains, which gave me shivers.
Finally did I find him,
Inside a cave, old and grim.
Was he the one, I wondered,
Will my problems be solved I pondered.
I went inside
And sat by his side.
Asked me he 'Why did you come here? '
Told him I why I was there.
With a graceful and musical voice,
Spoke he to me pleasantly.
'Oh! My child why worry about desires mundane?
When you should become one with the divine? '
Why fears? Why miseries?
Why harbour maladies?
Should you realise all this to be,
The grace of Him, the eternal divine?
All what He does is strive always,
To see you transform from lead to Gold!
Then did wisdom dawn on me, for poor indeed was I.
I lacked belief, I lacked love,
I lacked that unending gratitude for Him.
Oh Father! please forgive me,
Let your divine grace be there on me.
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