WHAT IS USE THEN?
O’God!
The Omnipotent- Present-Scient
When
Thou art within,
It
is recognized as a descent useful soul
And
the moment thou art evanescent
It
is no longer considered a soul human;
Only
a stuff useless, pale and abominable
Foul
odour instead of rational scent comes
Perishes
all glaze, glamour and glorious entity
Away
leaving a mere carcass!
But,
alas! Mind itself does hardly reconcile,
In
spite of millions of instances
Indolent
to divine bliss, to irrational revel susceptible
Advertently
plays rather wolvish and vile
Slackens
at length liberation chances
What
is then use of being wise, trim, sane and sensible?
©Shankar D Mishra 30.05.2017
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