The Alarming Voice of a Nameless Mystic
Dear ladies and gentlemen!
You're born on this Earth
For leading your entire life
That could be defined
Simply in a few words as
‘Merely childish’
You all have managed to learn
A kind of an artificial voice
That doesn’t connect you
With your inner hearts:
You’re all heartless toys!
You live with your ugly fashion
Wearing jeans with torn patches
Half-a feet high chappals
And all your artificial body scents:
The ultimate childishness
On all the planets and the suns!
You strictly follow your silliest ideas
About anything and everything
On all matters, on all things:
They're aimed at a big 'BEGGING':
Begging for love, begging for money,
Begging for fame, begging for sex...
And what not?
Have you ever heard
Your own inner voice?
Have you ever sought
The precious help of
Your inner conscience?
Nay,
You've knowingly avoided
The voice of your heart
And hide it underneath
The dark corners
Of your satanic mind
My dear ‘grown-up children’!
Get ready now
To suffer the consequences
Of this kind of ugly life
With all your artificialities
And all your wisdom-less
Superfluous notions and ideas
An exact judgment is
Awaiting you, for sure,
With all its powerful
Ways and means
To constantly beat you to death
Until you're awakened
To a simple truth:
"Listen to your
Heart’s voice
Throwing away
All your artificialities
You’ve indulged in
For too long a time"
Copyright © Natchatran Swaran | Year Posted 2016
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