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About This Poem
A Priceless Treasure
A Priceless Treasure
My grandpa always loved good yard sales
To pick up odds and ends driving for miles
Would return with amazing things in his cart
As he loved old books to instruct and impart.
First he would read a book with words’ usage
Would leave hand written notes on each page
When as a kid I read the books on a long weekend
Reminded me of him on every page I turned.
His time came and passed away though sturdy
And I went to a University for further study.
Eventually settling down brought some books
Dumping them in the cabinet with old books.
As the family grew needed more space enough
So decided for the yard sale with all the old stuff.
Took things out of the cabinets, from under the bed
Arranged for a yard sale on a Saturday not a day bad.
At the end of the day, we got rid of many a things
But the books, old and new, remained in the offing.
While winding up the sale, my eyes fell on an old book
At once the past became a present with a further look.
It was the most sacred scripture The Bhagawad Gita
A colloquy by Lord Krishna, a Bible of Hindu Dharma
Preaching Karma as you have the power to act only
And no power to influence the result solemnly.
Do duty at your best for the Lord with no selfish motive
Remember him at the start, finish or while inactive.
I carry Gita, the book with notes by my grandpa physically
And never forget the teachings therein spiritually.
What looked like a trash to people who had no concern
Luckily it has been a great treasure and of great concern.
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