Thursday, 15 August 2019

Poetry 2019 Longlist, Marium Mishra

Moksha

O man, thy beingness, 
On cosmos is ceased 
Tegument incinerated, 
Pupils bulging in grief. 
Mantras cantillated, 
Aloof your soul is, 
In “wanders” and “wonders”, It is yet not freed. 
On eschaton, thee to seek, 
Encumbered are thy desires, 
But ethereality has offcut, 
All humanly bliss that could flick! 
It's an end and an acquiescence merged. 
In verge of “Moksha Prapti”
Glance, no soul is deterred. 
Satkriti (good action), tyaga( sacrifice) lokahita (social concern) 
Almighty counts all thee did
But not to surpass the SATYA (truth) 
A deed in disdainful spirit is greed
Thee, but a piece, world an assemblage 
Of all that's done is karma (deed) 

And sat karma( good deeds) brings benevolence 
Duskarma (wrong deeds) destructs
Moksha in no thirtha (pilgrimage), thee can resilience 
And actions are hindered in truth of purpose 
All apart, thee still a soul on survivability 
Of thy body is cremated, 
Nature is to portray thy birth 
With that you did shed is the way, next you live!

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