poet Sunil Uniyal

Sunil Uniyal

This Body Is A Lyre (A Bhajan Of Kabir)

A lyre is this body, O friend.

When its strings are tightened and keys screwed,
the Self within it breaks into a sweet tune.
When the strings get snapped
and keys become loose,
the instrument is left to gather dust.

Friend, be not proud of this body,
one day its swan will fly away.

Says Kabir, listen O brother,
rare is he who bravely walks
the arduous path that leads to Him.
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Poem Edited: Thursday, October 2, 2008

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