Between Heaven And Home.
The soul in body, often roams,
Between finite house and infinite home.
It is care free by its nature,
And inborn romantic we all are.
Our reality is fixation of mind on object,
The habit –born desire plans the project.
The degree of attachment, -weighs bondage,
Blind Ego’s authority brings tragic phase.
The true liberty lies in non-attached mind,
Where the soul, ever its emancipation finds.
He who takes this earth a land of pilgrimage,
Discovers himself and all, as God’s living image.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem