Every man does a life in freedom crave, <br />Be it freedom from ills of ignorance, <br />From pangs of poverty, from plenty’s pain— <br />The worries born of too much abundance, <br />Be it freedom from sufferings and strain, <br />From deprivation and dread of disease, <br />From disasters causing the death of his, <br />Oh, freedom from this and freedom from that, <br />Freedom from bondage, life’s every let, <br />From time he’s born till captive be to grave, <br /> <br />To be becomes then his life’s sole mission, <br />Running away from things the load on chest, <br />His heady goal and heart-felt obsession <br />That oft dances in vain as futile quest. <br /> <br />And search he can’t what’s close— his soul to find. <br />None ever born is to ‘become’ happy, <br />As journey ends man’s destined just to be, <br />Springs happiness, springs freedom but from mind. <br />____________________________________________________ <br /> - Recollections | 05.12.04 |<br /><br />Aniruddha Pathak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-become-or-just-be/
