Filled with delight and fright
Life is on a strand of time;
For a savant, a series of mirth,
For a pessimist, gloom and dust.
Accomplish your goal - Beauty, the dearest
And cleanse the disease of worldly pleasures
Having joy in joy of others
And share in anguish of brothers.
This rarest gift - Beauty is chaste
Best of all riches and an achievement
Be of a lassie, a child or nature,
Each allures and each is a teacher.
There is divine presence in all
So they descend on earth and call
To preserve a seat in His lap
And enjoy the eternal sap.
This journey leads to eternal bliss
And inspires to achieve divine kiss;
Rapt in rapture on this way
Truth embraces and does teach
The love for mortals leads to the Immortal.
(Cite: Roy, Vijay Kumar. 'The Love for Mortals Leads to the Immortal.' Realm of Beauty and Truth: A Collection of Poems. Authorspress,2016, p.32.)
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