Carrying curse of comparison
At the peril of our own happiness
Treading paths
Paved by unfulfilment
On a bed of broken dreams
Blinded by glitters of wants
Dumped our needs to waste
We sinned.
Let those without sin
Cast the first stone
We cower
At the thought of
Being the first one
To be stoned.
Villifying ill-begotten wealths
We lust.
Blinded by the
Lustre and sparkles
Of garish opulence
We shed crocodile tears.
Offering platitudes to
Virtues of purity
We defile our souls.
Caricature of our humanity
Naked for all to see
As we aspire heaven
We pay our obeisance
To our hellish desires.
Secretly bowing to
Our dreams of riches
We compare
At the perils
Of our happiness.
Seven sins…
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Oh thou pure of heart
How thee lusted
In thy heart
For the forbidden fruit
And blamed the serpent
Letting God
Go scot free
©Pranab Sarma, 2019
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Well said! “At our own peril…we defile our souls!” Awesome thoughts Pranab.
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Thank you Balroop.
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This was perfect and profound.
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I think we always appreciate what we do not have or do not need than nurturing what we have.
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We often fall into that trap. So true
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