The self-imprison'd mind feels not the bliss
Of freedom, its delights in dark confinement
But the enlighten'd, free from avarice,
Do get all zest of life from little, being content.
Insatiable hunger of mind is desire
Which leashes you to utter subjection,
Your craving suctioning you tighter ever
To resistless enslavement and abjection.
The human bent acquisitive that runs
Minds not its friction 'gainst inherent objects
Of truth before it into ashes burns,
Yet it ne'er its own fatal path rejects.
The more illusive charm inflicts more pain
While a small glebe's all stars, moon, sun and rain.
-- N P SAMAL
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