Enwrap O mother,
In thy blanket of Eternity,
Every morning I rise up,
I see people suffering from all kinds of diseases,
and rapes, all kind of evil,
and on other side I see people being happy with little little things,
and in that happiness they forget their fellow brothers.
In examinations, one is successful,
only by tramping over maximum number of people,
what kind of joy is this?
And still everyone is hypnotized to live in this chaos insensitively,
and if this chaos is gone, people find life plain, and run after some other chaos,
why all this noise?Can there be limitlessness in this limited world of contrasts?
Never can there be, by its very essence
Every one cherishes crookedness, evil in hidden corner with goodness and kindness on surface.
When time comes those senses, people move with winds of world, as life takes, in pleasure and pain,
What kind of joy is it, which is mother of pain?
People value Jwellery,pinky smile, porn, food, humans, science,facebook, crying,laughing,discipline,craziness all what makes them glow,
but what kind of world, what kind of value system is it which sheds no laughter on victory of a tree in propounding its creativity, its sheer florishing, over loss of a river in reaching sea? What eccentric self obsessed world is it?
How can you expect o mother,
in this chaos,this restless,contrasting world,
to work with stillness,without stress,
with joy without losing sight of pain of others?
Definately world is only to give up in heart,
To give up sooner or later,
To embrace thy all enwrapping universal formless love,
It is only when good and bad have made you play for long,
made you realize in heart of heart, that such pursuit(good/bad) is not worth it,
That we will move onto footsteps of eternity,
And wake up yourself, and thy brothers,
that there is only one solution to this endless chaos of world,
solution lies in source of creation, from where all came,
Thats the only task we need to take up,
to reduce the pain and misery,
to bring forth boundless joy of loving infinite, which is absurt in world of finites,
where out heart only longs only for the hidden lover,
from where this heart, emotion,thought, mind itself came.
That is where is solution, o shyama, that is where,
O dear shyama, I and my fellowmates are in your trap,
Free us, for real looking dream,not leaving even a trace that it is dream,
into boundlessness,
wrap me o mother,
in thy blanket of eternity.
In thy blanket of Eternity,
Every morning I rise up,
I see people suffering from all kinds of diseases,
and rapes, all kind of evil,
and on other side I see people being happy with little little things,
and in that happiness they forget their fellow brothers.
In examinations, one is successful,
only by tramping over maximum number of people,
what kind of joy is this?
And still everyone is hypnotized to live in this chaos insensitively,
and if this chaos is gone, people find life plain, and run after some other chaos,
why all this noise?Can there be limitlessness in this limited world of contrasts?
Never can there be, by its very essence
Every one cherishes crookedness, evil in hidden corner with goodness and kindness on surface.
When time comes those senses, people move with winds of world, as life takes, in pleasure and pain,
What kind of joy is it, which is mother of pain?
People value Jwellery,pinky smile, porn, food, humans, science,facebook, crying,laughing,discipline,craziness all what makes them glow,
but what kind of world, what kind of value system is it which sheds no laughter on victory of a tree in propounding its creativity, its sheer florishing, over loss of a river in reaching sea? What eccentric self obsessed world is it?
How can you expect o mother,
in this chaos,this restless,contrasting world,
to work with stillness,without stress,
with joy without losing sight of pain of others?
Definately world is only to give up in heart,
To give up sooner or later,
To embrace thy all enwrapping universal formless love,
It is only when good and bad have made you play for long,
made you realize in heart of heart, that such pursuit(good/bad) is not worth it,
That we will move onto footsteps of eternity,
And wake up yourself, and thy brothers,
that there is only one solution to this endless chaos of world,
solution lies in source of creation, from where all came,
Thats the only task we need to take up,
to reduce the pain and misery,
to bring forth boundless joy of loving infinite, which is absurt in world of finites,
where out heart only longs only for the hidden lover,
from where this heart, emotion,thought, mind itself came.
That is where is solution, o shyama, that is where,
O dear shyama, I and my fellowmates are in your trap,
Free us, for real looking dream,not leaving even a trace that it is dream,
into boundlessness,
wrap me o mother,
in thy blanket of eternity.
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