Why This Endless Search?
A Aniruddha Pathak
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Religion if has too little to sell
To a man that but by spirit is driven,
Here's him, who, nor with hate runs from a hell,
Nor yet has heart hankering for vague heaven.
For, hell haunts everywhere, not just on earth,
And heaven he knows has limited lease,
Though enough of ordeal, birth still seems worth,
The horrors of life's hell may never cease.
No one has seen abodes of lasting bliss,
Where eternity springs perennial joy;
He that knows to plug to spiritual buoy,
Lo, myriads of mirth on earth be all his.
To me, in a life of limited perch,
What use I wonder this vainest of search!
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Sonnets | 05.08.08 |
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