Ah, in just a sudden dunk of desires <br />This soul whole lost and mires <br />What if bewaring of fugacious the desires <br />Itself ere death, cerebrate higher empires.. <br />Numbered down to naught desires whole lot <br />Itself ere death means bliss blissful a lot <br />What if differing human, his animal fought..? <br />Born a spiritual birth blissful, is it not? <br />And his bliss is his'I', his 'heart' all true <br />But in empyrean harmony his senses accrue <br />Temperamental satiety erstwhile all through <br />In dissipation his senses but to wake in bliss new<br /><br />Indira Renganathan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bliss-45/
