Poezja

At an infinite distance from this planet
Roaming stars in the galaxy we can not count
And on a clear night when we probe them
A genuine joy we get from their beauty supreme.

But when the science with its' achievements
Enables us to reach to the stars distant
Giving us a chance to study their structure
We realize from our hearts a beautys' departure.

No doubt the modern science is noble
And can be compared with doctrines spiritual
It vouches "all that glitters is not gold"
Only the thing is to accept it we must be bold.

Modern man pursues joy through materialism
Involves in position where pity he can not claim.
Instead of means as the end he accepts money,
Runs after it throughout life, to be seized by agony.

At the end he realizes that all it was a game
And he did'nt do anything to nurture his self,
He did'nt observe anytime the rhythm of life
Of which he was no more than a victim.

Instead of knowing structure of the stars
The dreaming man sees beauty in wealth
Till his life ends abruptly being victim of death,
He dies, being defeated n not knowing any thing.

If a man in life uses some intelligence
To know Rhythm Of Life and its' importance
He willl certainly accept money as a means
And will achieve both worlds' confluence.

-  Ratnakar D  Mandlik