From the twisted bylanes of Kolkata
to the hungry shores of Goa
Man is selling his soul
for money
To sell his Soul
he feels no shame
For money is the the sole aim
for man now
To make ends meet
one goes astray
The path of sin
trapping him forever
The word of God earns no bread
except for the wily
God is killed on the streets everyday
in the struggle for survival
Money wins hands down
in this eternal struggle
Yet in this struggle
is hidden a secret
No man is above the Divine Law
for one reaps as he sows
The fruits of sin
are nothing but pain
And fruits of love
are eternal Joy
It is incumbant upon man
to choose wisely
The path of sin
or the valley of happiness
Wandering thoughts of a mystical poet. He doesn't claim to be the author. The words just flow through him and he pens them whenever he can. You may not agree with all of what's written here but if these words touch you in any way, please let him know. If they offend you, then also let him know. He would like to hear from fellow travelers on their mystical journey. Thanks for stopping by and giving a few moments of your life.
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