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BEING HUMAN

The spell of success had demonised me
The dread of failure had embitter'd me 
The vice of warfare had dehumanised me...

I paused...I swerved...
I gauged the cost of conquest o'er 
each opposition 
I judged the build-up of cancer in
each humiliation 
I weigh'd the worth of individuality
Against the life devoted to commonality...
In shock, I jump'd out of Time's sabre target
And far away from the sight of its fatal bait...

Now dwelling in the heaven of freedom 
from savage vanity,
No more in search of bliss I wander 
No more in want of soul I stagger 
Nor yield to sins and force of frailty...
Fertilised with pollens of unity
Irrigated with sunshine wishes
In lights of truth, in winds of peace
In flows of strength, in blows of will
With blameless mind, with blissful heart
With sacred thoughts, with dauntless faith
That I intuit, and not pursuit 
That I derive, and not deprive 
That I create, and not compete 
That I contribute, and not confiscate
For I belong, not alienate 
For being a human, not a primate...

I love humans no care if they expect it
I serve humans no care if they demand it
And them I give, not making them owe a bit...

I follow wherever love goes and see 
no hate exists 
I follow wherever care goes and find 
no pain exists 
I follow wherever charity goes and note 
no want exists...

I locate my soul in them and  theirs in me
I relate my bliss to them and theirs to me
And in the state of selflessness I see
I'm melting in humans and in everything 
from heavens to sea 
I see the universe turning a 
cradle for safety
In it lying timeless progress, peace 
and prosperity
With no trace of discrimination, divides 
and disparity
And everywhere everything is bright  
and beautiful in our Unity...

Then I perceive : 
Something is leading us toward the elixir 
of the Unknown 
Something is drawing us away from 
the Hell of possession 
Something is guarding us against onslaught 
of the mundane condition...

I see we've conquer'd age 
I see we've conquer'd time 
I see we've conquer'd death 
I humbly look into the celestial subtlety 
And see God blessing us with the Divine touch 
of HUMANITY...

                       --- N P Samal








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  1. Heart touching lines... Prominency in words for life, for society to recover...after so many days found such beautiful lines which are very true and not imposterial

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