Transformation - Poem by Bireswar Halder
I am out in a journey, on a long march
Aimless and wandering, I walked out
Mid-way, time took a toll and the goal lost its way
None stood as a beacon, the way looked endless.
I forgot what the journey was worth
I was lost in a bog of illusions, as if I was blind
The Holy Spirit mocked me, worldly pleasures circled me
I was in a hunt for the ephemeral treasures.
I walked on, peace was never mine,
Slowly I was in a prison-house of pleasures
Wisdom dawned at last, a flash of epiphany
I was transformed, now the goal was eternal peace
For long I was in an accursed maze
I was bewildered, in mercy of hate and pleasures
The supreme goal of peace now is dimly visible
I am in the end of journey, light of peace in my hand.
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