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,
The more unbridled present turns.
Is luster real that lurks all around ?
It 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 bear all fangs on my way,
Much I try to be just and candid,
Ever I keep an eye on the evil !