The Vow Poem by Subrata Ray
The Vow
The Vow.
Go I must,
With my humble trust,
Amidst seas of troubles,
Keeping that Faith ever alive,
And fanning the whims of frenzy.
'Sorrows' I discriminate,
As the obstacles to senses' pleasure,
And Ego I feel, as the Irony of the will,
Must I that poisonous snake kill.
Extreme poverty I need,
My pilgrimage to feed,
To be a dependent on God's will.
The recurring days and night,
Must I ride with the haunting spell,
Till all the layers of conventions vanish,
And the glimpse of Brahman is felt.
Faith! To move on with a positive mind. Thanks for sharing.
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4/19/2024 12:59:15 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Extreme poverty I need, My pilgrimage to feed, To be a dependent on God's will. The recurring days and night, Must I ride with the haunting spell, Till all the layers of conventions vanish, And the glimpse of Brahman is felt..... beautiful poem. liked it very much.. Egoless when we seek God, God is going to appear before you my dear poet. i am sure of it. thank you. really enjoyed your poem tony