A Karma Yogi Poem by indira babbellapati
A Karma Yogi
at the last turn homeward
from a long walk
there stood a well-grown bird
with its tiny flexible neck
upward tied with a piece
of white cloth and it fidgeted
within the blindflod
it's not supposed to know
who's its killer nor
the table it's going
to decorate...
its purpose is
simply to serve
18oct2009
09.15hrs
If a Karma Yogi or Bhakti Yogi is lead to Gyaan Yoga by his purity, he does not have to end up on the supper table! He becomes Stithtyapragyaani. Its nice to read stimulating poetry!
i see the philosophical truth in the poem and yet it hurts.truth is always bitter..............yes it is.thanks m'am
A profound read Indira. I was just reading the book by Swami Vivekananda about the Karma Yoga and remembered me the allegories with birds there - the family birds who fell in the fire in order to serve and feed their human guests. Allegoric and profound read indeed - yours as well.
Karma Yogi.... well choosen title. Wish they were strong enough to reach far beyond our reach.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 9:52:35 AM # 1.0.0.1119
indira, is the metaphor....ignorance is bliss or they also serve who stand n stare...? ? ?