Like all I too stuff my mind daily
With chapters of philosophy
The great have left behind...
I console myself
With spiritual lessons of the Geeta
Lord Krishna has taught the timid
I do reconcile myself
With adverse circumstances
That traumatize and bother me; I accept and affirm
Whatever bad happens
Lasts no longer and evaporates,
I strive seeking a soothing shelter
In metaphysical musings
In comforting bosom
Of the Absolute Being.
When painful troubles pour
And befall everywhere in me
However hard I try to tranquilize myself
My mind, stressed, agonized
My heart beating the drum of restlessness.
Nothing cures my anguished soul.
When nothing works and it jerks more
I finally throw down the gauntlet
(To the Captain)
In cursing Him hidden in playful heaven
I feel comforted by myself
Despite the agonizing turmoil
I then believe in potentiality
Of my ill-luck or misfortunes
In a positive and encouraging way
Making fun of all misfortunes.
Lo and behold! Out of weakness
Of my sunken heart
Comes up my inner strength
And courage mustered
To deal with the evil treatment
Ruthlessly meted out to me
I am led by the ultimate impression–
All beliefs, gods and goddesses’ sermons
Are just gewgaws to scare the weak hearts.
