Post #5162

In the eyes of god we all are ramblers Travelling purposelessly to find our ways At the death of every darkness there is morning We all try , being one step away from grace The himalayan saint displaying his Adobe Cryptic den with a single cloth being his wardrobe Yet he is crystal clear of worshipping divine as his goal And therefore effortlessly is playing his role The sun knows that it had to lighten Bright rays to make the dark frightened Hence no sense of stupefaction involved As soon as done playing it's role, the sun haults The moon knows of playing the guiding light Accompanied by stars without any brawl/fight Both of them being aware about their goals Thereby effortlessly playing their duty roles. The flowers are aware about spreading fragrance Follow's symbiotic relationship with bee marked with reverence Aware about its umbilical cord with nature Thereby no sense of greed involved with any creature. Then why as human beings we still lack clarity Wishing to fulfill all our desire in brevity Why our role is still not cleared to us Our minds and hearts constantly involved in a ruckus Insatiable hunger inducing greed in our eyes Wishing for everything in a jiffy without any tries We have misunderstood our goals and roles Thereby pushing ourselves in never ending rigmaroles. #mr#poetry#review