Body And Soul
This body; a sheer materialist
Seeks sensuous pleasures
The soul; a pure spiritualist
Wants to meld with the Redeemer
Man is thus in fight with the man inside
Whether to treat this flesh and blood
With aesthetics and physical indulgence
Or wait with asceticism for heavenly bliss
Questions reign; answers elude
Many a true wise man died dispirited
Leaving a little said and a lot unsaid
Those few greats living today are subdued
But these conundrums, for some charlatans
Became unexpected professional boons
Mushroomed half-bred brains christened as
Saints, sages, realists, rationalists and so on.
Well, their business is going on fine
The so called saints are enjoying material gains
Pagans are praying God to let their crowd swell
To buttress their pretensions and power-castles
Even I don’t know for sure the answers
God or no God; rational or irrational
I only know that we are all social animals
Supposed to treat with love and kindness, each other
poem by Sathya Narayana
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