Sans Desire

Thou art there to unburden,

Rushed to help the ‘Gopis’,

Not to lift the pails of water, but,

helping them to put down the pots, to unburden.

We seek fame, fortune and potential,

But, these can’t give us happiness, ye mortal

For all these are basically external,

While happiness lies internal.

There’s nothing to achieve really,

Indic scriptures say, that,

For we’re essentially ‘Sat’, ‘Chit’ and ‘Anand’,

The aim of life is self-realization, trust it.

If you’re in tune with righteousness,

Vedic hymns teach us therein,

It’s encompassing the whole universe,

Simply, we need to turn our gaze within.

On the very journey of life,

Our belongings are our desires,

The less the baggage,

The more comfortable the journey is.