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.