À l’heure du tout à l’image et du buzz sans suite, «l’express» souhaite faire découvrir la plume de poètes, de chanteurs, d’écrivains et de tous ceux qui jettent leur âme sur le papier, et qui mettent en mots des réflexions profondes.

Men are all short-lived travellers

Of the illusive earthly sphere

And death the callous leveller

Of all who on its way do steer.

All along the route we travel

We knit a web of relations:

As a darling child and marvel

For our parental affection,

As caring and loving father

Fulfilling our duty in life,

As an affectionate mother

Disposed for every sacrifice,

As a spouse in family net

Upholding moral traditions

Or as close friends associated

By similar goals and passions.

Whether a preacher or teacher,

Whether leader or follower

All one day quit their outer garb

In search of the celestial orb.

Death is the leveller of all:

It respects no age, caste or creed,

It respects no rule, rank or deed,

All have to quit when comes the call.

Whether powerful lords or kings,

Monarchs or simple folks, indeed,

They all do fall down on his ring

And with them nothing do they bring.

Let us take no pride in glory,

In cars, mansions or palaces

In power or authority:

These are futile and out of place,

These last but for some days, some years

And do not keep us company

Or stay by our side, near and dear

When turned to ashes clumsily;

Our sole company to the grave

Remains our kind and noble deeds

From mire the human race to save

And bring relief to to folks in need.

Let not fame elate us so high

Nor social or family ties

Blind our outer temporal sight

To the truth of the Divine Light;

Let not the fateful, sad demise

Of someone to us near and dear

Dishearten us much out of size

Or shroud our life with clouds of fear.

My solace to those afflicted

And prayers for those departed;

After such events let us rise,

Let not our will wane with sad sighs;

Rather let us shore up our faith

And trust in the Almighty Lord

As what for us just lies in wait,

To question we cannot afford;

Everything proceeds from His will,

Like storms ravaging with a thrill,

Like floods flowing all on its way,

Like earthquakes shaking all away;

Let the shine of the Divine Light

Guide our path as we unravel

Our journey of life with delight

As temporary travellers;

Let it lead to the rightful goal

To cleanse and purify our soul

As we wearily wade our way

Towards salvation everyday,

Salvation from the cruel chains

Of transitory birth and death,

And exit from the illusive earth

A heavenly shade to attain.

In verse 10.8 of Bhagavad Gita as It Is, Lord Krishna says to Arjuna: “I am the Supreme Truth and the cause of all causes.”

Bio:

Financial Advisor at the Ministry of Finance, Economic Planning and Development, he has developed a keen interest for poetry, particularly for philosophical, spiritual, divine, motivational and inspirational poems. He has published several collections of poems.