Time Squandered Poem by Follower Of Sai Baba

Time Squandered



Childhood passes in trivial play with other
children.
Youth passes in amorous sport,
Middle age absorbs time and effort in amassing
wealth,
Come dotage, time crawls in futile longing for
worldly desires, yet there is no time for
contemplation of God.
Thus is wasted the precious heritage of human
birth, deeply entangled in the net of
karma.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rema Prasanna 23 July 2008

It is true life is tangled in between... it is difficult to find the true essence of life in a materialistic world. Rema

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