For what you cry and what you wail!
the silken skin now scrapes,
excoriations wound you more
as the grime clings ,giving pain.
Adhered to the cloth,
cleaning the dirt stricken spot
waste goes the life hence
in rinsing the smudge off.
muck stains the bosom
what use is the clean linen
if soiled core is underneath…
What use the fabric satin!
washed with tears for ages
although wont clear the blot
A touch of pure divine essence
Only will distill the heart…
coloured with sprinkle of eternal hues,
a pristine perfumed form appears
shredding the falsified distortions,
emerging with a conscience transparent and clear.
Love thy soul,thy spirit of endeavour,
forget the glossy cover,
dwells where the Universal creator,
in the realm of the heart , forever.
