Kabir ' Only he who is prepared to burn his house, need walk with me'.
I will burn my house straw by straw,
Brick by brick,
When the roof caves in,
The whiff of burnt wood,
Of blackened utensils and the charred remnants,
Will fill my nose,
I will not cringe,
The forehead will burn with fever,
From deep slumber, I would have woken,
Through the blazing fire of my old home,
Charcoaled, I will return,
Characterless,
No model of temperance,
Rather like the mad leaves trailing the wild,
Not caring, ushering His will,
On the rubble of my house of conceit,
Will the blissful consciousness sing,
I have been breathing so long,
Now, I will have learnt to live.
3 comments:
I can see you spending lot of time finding the straws to burn among the bricks :)
typed so many things in this box for the past five minutes but then realized no appreciation can match your words..
@Sunil, That’s a bit of poetic perseverance on my part :)
@SISpl,thank you so very much!
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