The Unseen Trap

The mind craves for pleasures of flesh Knowing pretty well they end in a flash Yet the hankering does continue afresh This is the reality difficult to digest; harsh. The mysterious longing for something Keeps always growing inside the being Fulfilling one; raises claim for a new thing It thus plays hide and seek; ever harassing. The desires known perpetually haunting And the unknown ones continue hiding Like the tidal waves in the ocean rising And the mill goes on perpetually churning. This dilemma is unquestionably mystifying With no exact relief known for its mending But there is a certain way of disassembling By wisely cultivating the art of non-minding. To get reprieve from this relentless grinding Train the mind in doing focused something That really helps lift the spirit in harnessing The divine succour as an uplifting blessing.