Hot Kiln
He shouts “Help me everyone
Come on! I’m in a kiln
Burning is my bare skin! ”
Further whines and complains
“Don’t you have compassion?
For a suffering fellow-man”
A Wiseman explains, “Well!
That’s your hand-made hearth
Smouldering in it are fuels
Raw, rough and cruel charcoals
You dug out from darkest
Corners of your heart and
Piled out around in your life
Lust, greed and great anger
Envy, passion and dirty conceit
All ensembled to blaze hellfires
In your hollow mind furnace
To pull you out: there’s none
A friend can wipe your tears
As an act of mere solace
Even God on your prayers
Can give you only strength
To endure this scorching pain
To pull you out there’s none! !
The man in woebegone kiln
Shouts again “What’s the solution? ”
Wiseman smiled and advised
“It’s simple my dear friend
Stand up and just walk out”
poem by Sathya Narayana
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