The Conscience Poem by Vidya Pandarinath

Vast, scorching , sandy stretch of a desert,
Deep disturbed chaotic waters of an ocean ,
Limitless fake-blue expanses of the sky,
Mock at the trifle humans ' assertive cert
Of endless ventures and crafty motion
Chasing the unknown - distant and neigh .

Moments and spells lost and gone
Forever, into the abstract Eternity recede ,
Death and decay brew new order and form
Time is measured between the Dawn
And the Dusk: celestial spheres in the lead ;
The change that drives darkness is called morn .

All that is black and dark is weirdly viewed -
Sin, Sorrow, Din and Horror in shape diffuse
As classed Tempters of Satan and Beelzebub
The inner Entity needs to be changed and renewed,
Not by God or Angel but , by Conscience obtuse,
That culls the Right and Just from the hub hub .

The mind is both a Jekyll and a Hyde ,
Dressed feeling and tutored thoughts placing Self
In else's plight and plaint, brings out a soul
Which will command man, by all discipline to abide;
When fail all - Religion , Law, Power and Pelf,
The Conscience can prevail and subdue the foul !