Of all the world’s charms
Doth heavenly bestowed with open arms
I gathered much of all I could muster
With hands full but heart not content altogether
I wondered as to why he selectively blessed me ?
Why hath his love found no one else worthy ?
Why he chose to render those gifts
At my disposal, why with his benign presence
He chose to humor me
Oh dear lord ! Forgive me
For ask to be forgiven
Though I have not sinned
Yet I seek your summon
I seek to ask his divine self
Why ! Why shall put everything before self ?
I failed to see why can’t I be
Exultant, delighted, blissful
Jubiliant, sparkling, perky yet peaceful
He said taking me in his arms
Son ! To please me you gave so many alms
To save me you even took to arms
Too less love you did spread, fought too many wars
Now you come to me For solace you seek
Crushing crumbling and even trampling the meek
I asked you, just love you should spread
You created wars for one to die for one day’s bread
Solace and peace is not yours to demand
Your truncated pithied life is mine to command
You shall die miserable or you shall abstain
From all things shiny and ones for which you now bargain
Live simple love simpler dear son
Life is easy and happy true but not for everyone
For its the choice that is yours to govern
The more you abstain from mischief more you learn
Give love to all around you
Some of it may find its way back to you…
