Mind Your Karmic Pot

The mortal remains when void get of cause, The soul for the Day of Judgment would rise, The mind, concerned, re-lives the life that was In vain, as is its wont, when death defies, Recall O Mind, all that ye did and not, The soul seems to tell apprehensive mind, Remember to carry your karmic pot, Prepare to leave, leaving all things behind. A rich fragrance as wafts through pregnant airs, The flesh is whilst consumed by raging fires, The soul subtle impressions with it bears— Intense of longings and deep-set desires, To weave anew life's every warp and weft, And labour all over again whence left! _____________________________________________ Sonnets | 02.10.07 |