Sunday, 28 July 2013

It’s less than a speck of dust
Without color and shape
An invisible entity
Unseen from Space
Our shy blue planet
Doing her daily round of spinning
Producing wondrous days and nights
Caring in her bosom
The endless oceans and life
Isn’t it a wonder that
A mere trifle
Bearing the infinity!


When we are destined 
To live in a world
Torn by strife
We better follow Krishna
And adopt the spirit of detachment.
That is not shunning duties
Nor an escape from the world
But accepting life of intense activity
Fighting against the odds
Without a care for the upshot
Being absolutely free
From all the bondage
Of life
Our duty is to strive.