Everyone has a truckload of thoughts
Revolving around the past
With its hurts and failures,
A fine hybrid breed of
‘Ashes of memory’
Can they dissolve into thin air?
In order that one can meditate
On the Absolute,
And understand one’s own real self
I was not destined to be
To evolve as an exalted soul
A blessed child of the Lord
To get liberation.
The mind is crowded with
All events, agonies, and anxieties
With little elbow room for
Spiritual pursuits.
Hence this small adventure to
Wade through the experience
And translate them into a
Poetic prose for
Relief, release and a little peace
( January 8th 2006,)
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