Heart is a vagabond,
never at ease,
seeking solace,
wanders around,
rarely is at peace,
desires keep popping,
cravings never cease,
like a pesky bee,
in pursuit of pleasure,
flits and flitters, from
one to another thing,
flutters for everything;
Heart is a vagabond,
when leash is held loose,
gallops helter-skelter,
sensing pleasure,
astride horse of senses,
egged by whip of greed,
never fully satiated,
shuttles and scuttles,
from virtues and vices,
from joy and woes;
Heart is a vagabond,
senses are his agent,
leading him astray,
sighting attraction
eyes sparkle n shine,
smelling opportunity
nose breathes in
flavors of success,
ear tunes in excitement
to tingling sound of pleasure,
tongue waters in anticipation
of savoring varied taste,
skin quivers in ecstasy
as it enjoys the touch,
feel of acceptance;
Heart is not a vagabond,
when in the hands of a
morally strong mind,
leash is held tight,
whip of conscience
guides it to the right path,
fruitfully enjoying,
the ride of life,
of this truly righteous,
divine gift of life.
Poem by Bharat P. Bedi
Dt. 1/3/2024
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control of mind
organs relish deeds agents,
of sensory organs,
of desires,
heart to heart,
for everything,
never ending,
pulled by
never rests in
it seeks,
fills up
giving options to let loose,
