The Essence of Life





















The poem -- "The Essence of Life"


The azure canopy hung from above
Whispers into our ears of Divine Love.
How is it that all birds feel free, 
When we, the humans, try to flee? 
What is wrong, what is right, 
Can't be gained when we fight; 
If we learn from each trifle, 
None can ever do us baffle, 
For none is born perfect; 
We all function like an insect, 
As vile grips us in its fire, 
Rendering us with ill desire.
If we wish, we may learn; 
From each naive thing, we may earn
Wisdom rather than mere knowledge; 
Without making a quest for privilege, 
O Lord, can't we have divine wings? 
One gains success when one clings
To one's principle and aim.
With the birds, let's be the same, 
And one, and identical, 
But never detrimental.
We were born, we will die; 
One day in dust we will lie.
What is mortal, what is not? 
One day all'll be brought to naught.
Over-usage of eternity's too tedious; 
Hence, look up and be melodious
In life rather than sapless.
Nothing is hopeful, nothing is hapless -
Let's all be in divine mirth; 
Death's not too far away from birth.










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