MEANINGLESSNESS OF ATTRACTIONS
A parrot would fly hearty and hale,
Over beautiful fields, vales and dales.
Once he saw a host of white flowers.
Enchanted by the sight dived for an hour,
To satisfy his hunger to his heart’s content.
Straight towards the field, he swiftly went.
But to his utmost despair,
Found cotton flowers with no one to care.
With nothing to eat, only a sight to cheat,
In summer scorching heat.
His beak to beat the cotton, so white but dry.
No sap, no sweet smell,
The scene looked like a burning hell.
Hungry and helpless,
Just tries something to gain,
To find some solace.
But all was in vain.
Only disappoint and bitter pain.
It happened for a few days.
Ultimately he found some other ways.
He learnt never to take a decision in haste.
Decided never his time anymore to waste,
In things that charm,
But are never so warm.
Our life is the same in some ways,
To the life of that parrot that portrays
Our meaningless search for pleasures
Ignoring the real treasures.
We keep on searching pastures new,
Look attractive and enticing to our view.
But alas !
Life seems tasteless and dry ,
Leaves us in the lurch, only to cry.
No sap do we find in these attractions.
Soon they become mere abstractions.
Then we weep over spilt milk so bitterly
That has no use to amuse our heart utterly.
Let’s never waste our life so precious,
In things that are not true and gracious.
Turn towards your eternal soul.
Then you will become sound and whole.
Seek the guidance of an enlightened one.
He will teach the defeated game to be won.
( COPY RIGHTS RESERVED JALESHWER JEANWALL 26 Oct, 2016)
Found cotton flowers with no one to care.
With nothing to eat, only a sight to cheat,
In summer scorching heat.
His beak to beat the cotton, so white but dry.
No sap, no sweet smell,
The scene looked like a burning hell.
Hungry and helpless,
Just tries something to gain,
To find some solace.
But all was in vain.
Only disappoint and bitter pain.
It happened for a few days.
Ultimately he found some other ways.
He learnt never to take a decision in haste.
Decided never his time anymore to waste,
In things that charm,
But are never so warm.
Our life is the same in some ways,
To the life of that parrot that portrays
Our meaningless search for pleasures
Ignoring the real treasures.
We keep on searching pastures new,
Look attractive and enticing to our view.
But alas !
Life seems tasteless and dry ,
Leaves us in the lurch, only to cry.
No sap do we find in these attractions.
Soon they become mere abstractions.
Then we weep over spilt milk so bitterly
That has no use to amuse our heart utterly.
Let’s never waste our life so precious,
In things that are not true and gracious.
Turn towards your eternal soul.
Then you will become sound and whole.
Seek the guidance of an enlightened one.
He will teach the defeated game to be won.
( COPY RIGHTS RESERVED JALESHWER JEANWALL 26 Oct, 2016)
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