In my harboring arms, many streams
Of thoughts land down from far and near.
As I lie down on my jute hammock,
With an insatiable thirst for knowledge,
I look at the waxing and waning moon
While the fidgety squirrels look
At the cattle droppings, awe-struck.
I think of the evil doers
And the evil times we are living in.
While bombardments swirl uncontrollably
In a kaleidoscope in my troubled mind,
I think of the world impoverished
Of its great political and religious leaders
And how we are sinking slowly
In the quick sands of illusion.
Man has gained everything, so rich
And yet, deep inside the heart, so poor.
The wisdom of ancient men gone with the wind,
The elemental understanding of life
Washed away with the floods
While what goes around
Sends cold shivers down the spine.
And yet, little does humanity realize
That we alone are responsible for
Our resistance, our revolt, our defeat
And the raging storm of life around us.
Each action has a reaction, goes the saying.
And every action that we do,
Be it a smile, a thought, a deed,
All help to either create beauty
As vibrant as the colors of Spring
Or create the dull sultry ugliness
Which sucks us all in its abyss.
Life is all about karma,
Be it individual or collective.
Nobody can escape the law of karma.
Let man decide about what should be done
To establish the glorious days
For it is never too late to awake.