Sins Are Dust On The Soul.
Your soul is by nature immortal divine,
The dusts may cover that but can't ruin.
The cheeky plucky desire's disease,
For the time-being the glow may decrease.
The storm of Fate,
May sweep you to hell's gate,
But you by your submission to Lord’s will
Can revive and restore the lost zeal.
Saint Valmiki the great Indian epic poet,
Was a terror-evoking dacoit by Fate.
Once he caught a monk to plunder,
And fastened him a forest tree under,
The monk taunted him for his sinful deed,
For none would share his sin whom he feed.
Dacoit Ratnakar from his old parents wanted to know,
Would they share his sin and to hell him follow?
The answer came as a biggest naught,
And for a reversal of fortune, he thought.
By chanting Lord’s name he came out as a sage,
Dacoit Ratnakar , flourished his saint-hood stage.
For us the laws of Karma guide the life’s course,
So let us from our force within, overcome the evil force.
poem by Bazi alis Subrata Ray
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