To Live In Lent Amidst Plenty Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

O to live life of a modest man,
Hope in heart, wish horses on tight leash,
Happy in heavenly little niche,
Wanting less, living full, life Spartan,
Peace in heart, soul patient filled with grace,
Amidst the plentiful money can,
O to pan for a life no cash can,
And prayers to spare a puffed up face!

But man only dreams of austere life,
Whilst ploughing his field nigh impatient,
Cultivate content, nor life of lent,
O until blasé with plenitude rife;
I know, man's mortal made with earth's soil,
He hangs on, hails heaven him to spoil.
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A pauper cannot appreciate the joys of paucity, simplicity, and Spartan life. If a poor man is frugal it is compulsion, not choice. So, the poor has to get rich, get bored with affluence, rather blasé, before he can like a simple life style. But why, can't we take a straight road?
A nine syllabic anapaest meter is used here.
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Sonnets | 01.08.07 |