Retreat Into Eternity

by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar



With mad pursuits, Vain vanity and vices, Momentary gratification Of carnal desires, Ego and boasts Of transitory power and strength, This fleshly shaped frame Exists in red and blue As an intimate host Of fallen angels - soul In sprawling stretch Of the physical world With pervasive consciousness Thriving with tremendous energy Glowing and billowing From the vibrant divinity Till the gradual aging Culminates into Locked spark's retreat To Eternal home! Flame of life extinguishes at last, Handful of mere sanctified ashes Scattered, vanish into The ultimate invisibility No wall of grief and sorrow stands. Sublime thoughts Ethically churned out Philanthropic deeds Our hands do Exist in all praise Floating on myriad waves of time...

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27-Aug-2013

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Thanks a lot Sir, for your comprehensive comment

bhaskaranandjhabhaskar
11-Dec-2013 23:58 PM

Really a nice poem on a great theme of mortality of vain glory. Until the flame of life resides in the body, we stretch our all 10 organs along with mind and intellect to fulfill our carnal desires. We are never anxious to quest from where we have come, why we have come, what's our duty, why we die, where we go after death and so on. We remain absorbed in the material world like a bee collects honey from a lotus and forgets to return before sunset.
There are only three consequences of a material body- if it is burnt, turns to ashes; if it is buried, turns to ants and if it is fed to scavengers, turns to chit.
So if anything remains after death is the praise for Philanthropic deeds

Khanindra Talukdar
12-Sep-2013 09:15 AM