A DISTRICT IN A HEART
- P C K Prem (India)
Everyone is a district of his shaded heart
and he plunges into the rays of darkness
appears radiant at twilight even as thoughts
crowd to puzzle.
His region is in chains of
alluring material present
running about a life’s tree
sans kindling and leaves
and so it purifies the
heart
that breathes and yet sinks
into depths of indefinite end.
Neither you nor he can be free from the fiend
of attachment
to worldly joys born of acts while
collecting pieces of tiny joys
to enrich life and chant mantras of
destitution in sordid opulence
waiting for an unknown
disaster
the end of life a man often ignores as power
is a liquor not forbidden
Scriptures say.
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