People often live in misconception,
That they are the masters of their emotions,
Pilots of their flights,
Regulators of their wings.
But the truth is something different,
For you, it’s unacceptably unpleasant,
That everyone in this sphere,
Is in servitude to one trait or the other.
Some are servants of earthly possessions.
For them life is no other than that endless run
Some others embrace slavery of chair and power,
Bargaining virtue and character.
Some others run after fame and appreciation,
Wish to get them even by buttering or recommendations.
Some surrender themselves to servitude of
intoxication
Search the colors of life in drugs and
alcoholic
Some are slaves of sensual and beastly thirsts,
their life pass in dirty pursuit of fun and flirt.
I feel proud to admit that I am in servitude of
an idealistic soul,
Honest, truthful and devoted towards a pious
soul.
spiritually moving
ReplyDeletetotally accurate