Your Instrument Poem by SHISHIR RANA

OH! LORD, YOUR INSTRUMENTS UNIQUE,

SPREADING GUIDANCE TO EVERYONE

GIVING VAST WORLD OF KNOWLEDGE,

LIVING AND CARING, FORGETTING ONE'S DESIRES,

OR A WILL TO TRY OUT NEW…



THESE CHOSEN FROM A LARGE,

WITH VARIETIES OF WISDOM,

LEAVING A BEAUTIFUL LIFE, A MATERIALISTIC LIFE BEHIND,

AND TRYING NEW BEGINNING AHEAD…



OH! LORD YOUR MEN ARE DIFFERENT,

TO ALL I MET OR SAW,

WITH THE VERY EYES YOU GAVE,

TO SEE THE WORLD AROUND…



AND THESE SOULS ARE MASTERS,

IN EACH OF THEIR OWN FIELDS,

LEARNING A LOT OF THINGS,

LIVING AND SHARING THIS SMALL EARTH…



THE ROLE OF INSTRUMENTS DIFFER,

SOME ARE LIKE BROTHER AND SISTERS,

OTHERS AS ELDERS, KEEPING,

A BALANCE OF REINFORCEMENTS…



SWAMI, THE SILENCE WHICH I EXPERIENCED,

IS THAT I NEVER FELT ANYWHERE,

THE CLARITY IN THOUGHTS AND BODY,

SO ENCHANTING LIKE A BIRD,

CRYSTAL CLEAR AS OCEAN'S WATER…



YOU LIVE WITHIN EACH HEART,

SOME REALIZES AND REACT,

OTHERS STRUCK IN THIS WORLD,

WITH MONEY AND HATRED, STRESSING MIND AND SOUL,

FORGETTING THE VERY PURPOSE OF LIFE…



A DAY WILL COME, WHEN,

THESE BAD AND HARMFUL THOUGHTS,

WILL LEAVE EACH ONE OF US,

AND THEN EVERY ONE OF US WILL SURRENDER TO YOU...