We close our eyes

We close our eyes,
We shut them up,
Conscience bothered for inner peace,
Bothered for peace,.
What of,
May be more noble, humble, cruel, slumber, trampled under the oceans feet?

We gather,
Raise money together,
With that we chant off Bhagavat Gita,
But,
But speak of to slowen,
The misery of the miserable,
Why our pockets get sewn?

With same question,
Quisling my Grey’s,
I rampaged for a verdict,
Answer I got,
From mother, her I called,
She flowed like that in
Place of He Himself the Lord.

She said I heard,
She said I listened,
She said I understood,
She said, I DENIED.

I denied the personified Lord,
Personified as her,
Whom mother I called.

Because,
She conversed,
That He wants them to suffer,
He has made them,
He will perish them as their lover,
For they are what their destiny is or was,
Human, dust or cosmos.

But,
“Another but!” she thought,
I proceeded.

Aren’t WE destined enough?
Enough by He Himself,
He who wants them to suffer,
Out of utter passion,
Like that of a lover.

Hasn’t He harvested enough?
Enough love to share,
Enough grief to bear,
Enough money to care.

So Maa,
Why can’t we gather,
Raise love and money together?
And ignite the fire,
That would burn all pain,
And for things,
All dreaded and dire.

For this the personified took a step back.

May be I had argued,
With He Himself.

Now,
I will close my eyes,
Won’t shut them up,
Just pull them down,
In rejoice of the inner peace,
That I have won,
After I fought with the Lord,
At ease.

:S.S.