Call Of Commitment

What if tonight turned the last living night? Paint in thy heart O man where soul is felt The portrait of the sacrifices dealt By thine sires and ancient seers of rare height, And ponder on the frown upon their face, Ponder on their displeasure showing clear On their unhappy hurtful a grimace, Think if ye lived up to deeds to them dear. If no—I guess that's what thine heart so feels, Thousand pities that all thy oblations, All pompous pretensions and wilted wills Would fail; go learn anew long lost lessons. False pledges from vainest of head depart, Call of commitment comes from holy heart. ______________________________________________________ For long years Hindus have traced their family lineage called gotra to one or the other of ancient seers and sages. On many occasions they are invoked mechanically and worshipped. But do we live up to their expectations? It has been reduced to mere rituals of this evocative heritage. ______________________________________________________ Sonnets | 11.11.08 |