One Born here Has to Will-nilly Live Here!
My Lord, you know me well than I myself,
Every perceptive is deceptive,
I have my visions defective,
My perspective is deceptive,
My own senses runlike
hungry dog after sensual things!
My ego and what I call selfesteem,
Is my own lofty ego centrist thoughts!
May be thoughts rebound,
strike back the source than its target,
defective missiles are these thoughts,
Fall down on launching
On the launch pad itself!
How can be I am lord of my own,
You made me here a tenant,
where I neither can enjoy,
nor can pay taxes,
I have to pay taxes and penalties,
Just because I live here as tenant in this body!
Only I suffer more, than what I can bear,
I have to bear what ever pain!
Stars in the sky seem to smile,
Sun smiles with moon,
On this painful story of men and
Every life on Earth for them,
nothing but,
will-o'-the-wisps,
Will-nilly one born here has to live,
Can only death save me?
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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