Saturday, 27 June 2020

An unusual poem

Since long, You are seated within the chest.
Accounting good, bad deeds to your best. 
I don't want to be rewarded for the good. 
Nor for the bad deeds, be sad I would.
For all my actions are handed over to You.
The good deeds and the bad deeds too. 
Now, is there a need to be in this cage? 
To jot down all I do, page after page. 
I relieve You from this duty O Lord !
Do what You want to our own accord ! ........

(A thought of Shri Ram. ) 

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