My Choice?

When the fully reflected consciousness,
Is shrouded by blissful ignorance,
And is locked up in the deep dark dungeons,
Where it can not hear the cry of reasons,
There in that darkness, an evil potion brews,
Engulfing all light, by its venomous fumes.

In it was added a few drops of blood,
To quench the Greed's eternal thirst!
And scrapes of skin from the soul that was lynched,
To apply soothing balm, onto the Lust's nagging itch.
And tipped in it, few gory thorns of hate,
so Jealously may, its rivals, obliterate!
Tear's of sorrow, made the concoctions base,
To appease our Anger's raging blaze.
And with Attachment's chains, was this vessel tied,
Strengthening on this world, its suffocating bind.
And on Pride's wings the fumes so soared,
Whosoever breathed it in, were of their senses cured!

Born from this mix of the six crooked vice,
Was the twisted whimsical wit of My-Choice!
No need to apply brains, no need to reason why,

Just connote everything with, "Give it a try!"

In that hour, when all seems to be lost,
Recall those forgotten tales from the past,
"With a peaceful calm mind, deeper you must delve,
To find the meaning of life, hidden in your inward self,
Breaking the bondages of all new or old Dogma,
Forever must you follow your Bhágavat Dharma!"

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