Just a moment ago it was far there
And now, well, it's in the poem here.
It tramped with Tagore for a moment
And now, well, it's in the poem here.
It tramped with Tagore for a moment
And now with the onus of Donne is it bent.
Just now it was bathing in the sun,
Then it strolled on mountains at horizon
Where from it dived in river and swimming,
It's back here at window, peeping.
Just a while ago counting stars was blithe
And now it's slept caring none for sheath.
Ah! it was in dreams of fame,
How then does it wake so lame?
Sometimes it does want relation
And at other it prefers isolation.
Sometimes evil it hosts
And at other the benevolence it boasts.
A moment ago it was gripped by fears
And now look what courage it bears.
Just a while ago did it seem to think
And now it does in vacuum sink.
Then it backed Marx with support grand
And now behind Locke it does stand.
Then it rode on the eagle in sky
And now it flies the dove high.
At a moment it does hound
And at the other it finds around.
But alas, it only appears to have been found,
For to so clusters is it bound.
Just a moment ago it held the reins firmly
And now it is set loose and free.
How can such unstable mind so simply
Yearn Nirvana, enlightenment and epiphany?
Sound and stable should mind be,
For it wanders even under the Bodhi.