A wise Balance
Roots And Heaven
How enticing the horizon looks !
My felicity lies in my own hands
So enamored of clouds and rains
My thirst returns to drink more
I follow my gaze upon the earth
If stars beckon and steal my heart
Much I rake up the bewitching past
More unbridled my present turns
Is luster real that lurks all around ?
Belies the besotted elan and eclat
I rush toward the glimmers of light
Can I ignore land of the wicked ?
Seek I opulence , ethereal love
Steeped firm in the acrid roots
Whenever I dare reach the sky
I squelch my way in the sludge
How long the roads may take me
Turns appear and I have to bend
I sip cup of ambrosia in my heart
And watch squalor in my thoughts
Nectar I relish till the last blob
And face all fangs on my way
Much I try to be just and candid
I keep an eye on evil 's moves
© Harish Mamgain