A very treasured sacred word,
Which you cannot easily find,
In all the people's attitudes,
Is an act, precise and lucid.
It is like the panacea-pill
For the physique and the mind,
When dispensed with zero ill-will
The donor and buyer both get well.
You can see robust examples
Of dense vitality, ample,
In our nature, as you trample
Hither-thither in paths, simple.
Why should the sun make the climate,
Lovely with light, heat, shade and rain,
Morning chill and evening beauty
For us to get hilarity?
Why should the moon, bright in the dark
Light the torch for Earth, with delight,
To save Her from hidden threats and
Heal hurdles, hitting body parts?
This serene and precious broad word,
Though in its size not at all broad,
Keeps in its womb the wide sense
Of the very world with its essence.
Understand you will, this dear Word,
Implanted in some gentle minds,
Forms shrubberies of empathy,
Unfurling blooms of sympathy.
For executing all values,
To evade executing lives,
People unearth deep from their 'Soul'.
The priceless word ‘SACRIFICE’.
Hari Om
ReplyDeleteAn interesting take on 'sacrifice'; YAM xx
Thank you, Yamini.
DeleteSacrifice ... indeed it is pure magic. Those able to do it with grace and humility ... special people indeed.
ReplyDeleteThank you,Helen.
DeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you, SG.
ReplyDeleteAn interesting word indeed! With so many implications.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rosemary.
ReplyDeleteDeep
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