Krishna's Song Poem by Ankur Beohar

I see a sea of people
Not remorseful of being ordinary
Purposeful of their daily ventures
Unmindful of the greatest irony
Where will it lead?
This toll that is occupying them for so long
Will it lead to liberation?
Will it pave a way out of forlorn?
Or will they struggle forever to live a life of dignity
Caress their egos as they toil hard in strife of impunity

I see a myriad of colors, over the water of the sea
yet to be explored, given this human alibi
unmindful of their fate
oblivious of the daftness of the world
Making merry out of the water, the sea and
the blessings of the rays of the sun
When the inconscient, the imagined and immature, chroma can be so pure

What's wrong with the humanity
Who have been given all the tools to explore
Where is the search of the life within their natural shields
and this beautiful spectrum which is yet to be revealed

Out you can grow, but a tiny dust of the cosmos you are
You may war for innumerable lifetimes
and even not cause even one scar
in the face of the creation in it's albeit grandeur form
grime you are, grime you shall be
Unless you acknowledge the spirit
and search for life's intensity to be free.

And yet freedom will be the first step that you'd take,
and acknowledge the gifts of the god that you'd partake
There will be giants strides in your journey through this song
the ballad whose sounds you had been hearing for long
but which has as yet failed with it's intensity to burn your spirit ablaze

It's through the complete surrender that you'd acquire Krishna's Gaze.