How the heart beats as an altar
demanding sacrifice to every desire,
limbs and organs fed by the sacraments received
the mind engulfed in clamoring for what it deems as sacred.
This fleshly wall covers the passions,
they are the glue that erects the inner Holy of Holies.
And if it is corrupted by craving toxins
so soon the bond begins to atrophy.
Though weather brings the aging tempest
still our physical vestment is the shelter
not abandoned till the spirit joins the eternal.
Oh the joy if we cherish what the cradle created
sad is the legacy if we disregard its beauty.
Because our mind never lets go of any aura over its possessions
they will be felt even if by chance fate severs the connection
for we know they are the bricks that can never be discarded.
Luggage of the soul chosen before one is born
travels the path when driven by inner winds,
doing it as a burden or a grateful celebration
treated as a blessings or chores accepted for sake of need.
Author notes
I have an attitude about my body parts..and they all are to reach at the same destination one day..and my job is to carry them to that destination until that day arrives... Unknowen.
A contest entry
- about my body parts... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended October 10, 2008, 5 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is a indeed beautiful poem ...
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wow your imagery in this poem is wonderful. You write very well.
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"Luggage of the soul". I like that and the way it travels, driven by inner winds. I also like "chores accepted for sake of need"
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