The Light of the Inner Self
The Light of the Inner Self
In the pitch of a wintry night
With dark clouds veiling the moonlight,
With rains splashing on window panes
And washing dust on nearby lanes,
With a wild wind whistling outside
It is a boon to be inside
A homely house to take a rest
As birds seek refuge in their nest.
I switch off the lights of my room,
Just close my eyes in he dark gloom,
Pray the Lord that I may have a good sleep,
His grace and blessings I may reap
And I am endowed with due strength
To face the coming day at length.
But soon a light invades my eyes,
Brightens my self far wide and high,
Sends a sizzling sense down my ribs
And seems to say that my prayers
Have by the Lord been agreed
And inscribed in divine letters.
I reckon it as the inner light,
The true light of the inner self
That covertly day and night
In all human beings dwells,
But eagerly awaits to be lit
Through ways deemed proper and fit
To guide their crucial path in life
And steer their course in their daily strife.
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Written on 25 February 2023
Copyright © Krishnanand Guptar | Year Posted 2023
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