YOU SAY, HOW MANY?

YOU SAY, HOW MANY?

How many, you kindly say,  ever struggle, among us

To put their utmost and sincerest efforts

To be sad, sorrowful, and be at a loss

And lose in the game of life the most vital toss?

How many, you benignly say, among us, always crave

Do spend sleepless nights and days to unsave

The towering hordes of wealth and material comfort

Play purposely a silly, crushing  and humiliating shot?

How many, among us, you benevolently say

Do yearn for plunging and sinking in a doleful bay

Do pray to Lord Indra to pour while drying their hay

Do concede and succumb gleefully in their life’s fray?

You compassionately say, among our multitudes, how many

Do throw their limitless trillions for the sake of a paltry penny

Do nauseate and puke at the thought of praise, name and fame

Set their only goal to be blest with a priceless “Salvation Gem”?

* utmost – maximum

* at a loss - unable to act/ puzzled

* vital - very important

* benignly – kindly

* crave – desire strongly

* unsave – destroy/waste

* towering – lofty/huge

* hordes – stores/savings of wealth etc.

* crushing – humiliating/ severe

* humiliating – shameful

* benevolently – kindly

* plunging – sinking

* sinking – dropping down the water

* doleful bay - sad sea

* Lord Indra – In Hindu Mythology, the god of rain

* pour – rain heavily

* pour while drying their hay – spoil their efforts

* concede and succumb - give in/ admit defeat and surrender

* gleefully - cheerfully

* fray – battle

* compassionately – kindly

* multitudes – a large number

* trillions – a very huge amount of money [1+ 18 zeroes]

* paltry – insignificant

* nauseate – disgust/feel like vomiting

* puke - vomit

* Salvation Gem - Salvation {Deliverance/Moksha} is indirectly compared to a priceless gem.

©Shankar D Mishra 22.06.2017

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