OUT OF PRISON

OUT OF PRISON


I’m at last finally free
From clutches of the world,
Out of the body’s prison,
My goal is now upward.

No more for me the mundane
Travails and pains and woes,
No more the challenges and
No more arching of brows.

None to harangue me here and
None to find faults with me,
None to throw insult on me
Or heap ignominy.

In my spiritual world
The souls just do not need
To malign others because
On hate they do not feed.

Lord, keep me close at your feet
And grant me just one wish:
Don’t send me back to the earth.
Humans are too impish.


• Written in abcb rhyme, 7-6-7-6 meter


M C Gupta
2 September 2008