PASSER-BY

PASSER-BY


I am just a passer-by,
Passing for a moment.
I do not claim in this world,
A title permanent.

Many have come before me,
And, shown themselves and gone.
For a brief moment they, too,
Have their own trumpets blown.

Life is ephemeral, but,
We often cling to it.
Of attachment to the world,
We must give up habit.

Why carry this baggage, why
Harbor earthly desire?
Why don't in front of the Lord
We don a new attire?


* Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 format

* Initially written as entry 400280 in FAITH, NATURE & INSPIRATIONAL , "FAITH, NATURE & INSPIRATIONAL" . Posted as the present static item on 3 May 2008.



M C Gupta
18 January 2006