Life's Too Little

Is it too long

Since you last heard me,

Or have seen me?

 

Guess what, my dear!

It’s that long since you left,

As we find life

 

Why on earth

Do you take trouble, to

Circle my backyard?

 

It is mostly dry,

With grass and dried leaves;

Except the roses,

 

Those are precious:

Since Krishna loves them roses

That you plucked,

 

If you know, it is

The most unselfish act of

Nature to offer

 

You wouldn’t

Insult, and drive over it.

Go! Say your prayers.

 

For you did wrong,

Tell your atma that you hurt,

What paramatma cares.

 

He will forgive;

Still, you need to raise a garden,

To rid  the burden:

Of stealing,

Messing, with what’s not your’s:

It is Krishna's.

 

Leave things

The way they’re supposed

To be, to let be

 

It is Him

Not us, who created all!

Enjoy, on His name.

 

Do your duty,

Enjoy the fruit, absolutely:

Knowing Him.

 

The giver, who blesses

And yet, anytime you do something

That is not meant: for

 

One would reap

What they sow, in their life

Or the next.

 

I would forgive,

So would the Lord in Heavens.

For heavens sake!

 

How about you?

Could you ask for forgiveness?

Or, could you?

 

Let God help all.

May he give you more life:

To repent, reform.

 

@Uma Jiji