Ravindra Kumar

(02 July 1951 / India)

Reality of The World


Agree with promise ingrained reality of the world,
What affection engross us embracing bolt subjection:
And refer heaven in live to swing measured
I reliance, not better than a fat's projection.

Our unchecked passion promotes make glad one another
No, not at all she love to thee,
Neither ye could claim thy love consistent her,
Need influences each just manage the plea.

This universe is not made rather programming trifles.
An ocean, mountain, the wood, sun and moon
Whole art established His fancies to cheat humbles,
Wine and wench perhaps declares quite illusive boon.

Man is advanced qualifying standard, in true
Theology proves the philosophy of psyche e'er lasting.
WE are part off all all-powerful clue,
Ought to link with determine holy form regaining.

Our duty is put attempts elevate intellectual evolution
Survive in high spirit restore to perfect state,
Indulge not in any restless immoral deceitful gratification.
Enrich belief in eternity and favor to unblest.

Submitted: Saturday, June 22, 2013
Edited: Saturday, June 22, 2013

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An attempt to realize the people regarding purity of soul.

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