Category: Poetry

Begin with this:
Your sole purpose of existence is
To serve Him, the one Lord of creation
The Master of worldly joys and heavenly bliss
In this life and in the next incarnation

For Life is just this:
To seek the pleasure of the one true Lord
To treat man and beast with utmost grace
To strive for His cause with pen and sword 
To turn to Him for Mercy’s embrace 

And to end with this:
May He bestow eternal favour 
Upon you for your deeds assayed  
And to walk the Path with not a waver
And arrive in Gardens of blessed shade. 

"To be in the world,
But not to seek magnificence in the world,"
He reminded us;
But how many of us
Will walk out of this lecture hall
And disperse into our daily, mundane lives
Still unthinkingly striving
And hustling
For our own meagre idea of magnificence? 

Another new year
Another grey hair
Another day gone
Another night glares
   This merciless march
   This endless parade
   This pitiless race
   A cruel charade
Another heart breaks
Another tear falls 
Another soul burns
Another day calls.