Meditation

Meditation all the way

which makes the mind hold sway

over the heart, conscience and nerve;

makes human beings to serve

the humans who do lay

their sad feelings as gay.

Thinking of the truth that lies

under the tree of past that dries

with the suffering people’s cries

and the time just flies

but nobody pays heed to the cry

that constantly dies.

But meditation is an inspiration

for the human stars in the constellation

to come flying to the earth

to serve length and girth

of the world that needs care

so that no human lies bare…MNJ

I wrote this poem on 19th June 1984 after XII class board exams.

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