The shiny vortex of the world
Has captured me without a let –
A rape of innocence –
A chimera challenging my soul.
Man descended from angels
With a transcendent purity,
But the wheels of world turned it
Into a bargaining being.
We shrivel and shriek in our pains,
Our souls turned into sieves,
While the grand journey haunts us in our dreams,
Our origins cloud into a mystery.
If we could change the world,
We could save man,
If we followed our light,
Our breaths would become a delight.
Bridges have been burnt to the other shore,
But I have to cross anyway,
The waters are rough,
But my spirit is tough.
Suffern, New York, September 16, 2017
maharaj.kaul@yahoo.com
