Beware of Pain

Sitting in a wake
you don't feel peace. The vigil
has a buzzing sound.

No benefit comes.
Your fingers speak for the broken
faith. Where gods sleep?

The candles in the wind
were blowing up at the bank
of the river, which had dried up.

Idle life in the name of meditation is of no use. The flame of spirit is wavering in the blowing wind beside the dried up river of life.  Life action is the need of the hour.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP