The boundless blue sky
And the scions of silence
Know that man has an inner strength
Which runs parallel with saint’s strength.
Quintessentially, lovely poetry
Has spoken about it
And the angels have sung about it.
The hard-hitting truth
Seen by the star-lit eyes
Is that many a man has failed
To see the rich dimension
Of that inner strength
Which has manifold powers
To open up new vistas.
Keep not this inner strength
As a weed-spangled pond,
Suffocating, decaying with fears frozen
And confidence fading and weakening.
Flush out the debris, let it breathe.
Those who have been wise
In deciphering and using this strength
Have seen the power of love and light.
Many sick and dying ones saw life again,
The wounds healed, the pains subsided
And failure metamorphosed into success.
Orgasmic and seismic,
And the vortex of peace was achieved.
At the end of the day, everything evened out.
Dig out the inner strength
From the mines of your body.
Keep digging, feel the sun, feel the rain
And touch the dew to fill your heart
With courage, the only choice left to you
For amazing things are not easy to reach.