INSPIRATION

When road enters bush
Riddled with holes of wide mesh,
Amidst unforaged forests
Where trees form nests
And birds chirp with eeries
Shrubs and herbs diffusing
At an angle to canivores abode.
What else! Road ends.


Amidst turmoils so grave
And dangers so decimating
And sadness so multiplying
And helplessness so pitying,
Amidst darkness within light
Amidst lions loving your devour,
There inspiration lives.


But the weight of the axe
The thickness of the noose
The muzzle of the gun
The shrapnel of the burst
The emptiness of your sense
Would raise your face up
Or force you suck dusts.
Whereas neither thither
Inspiration lives.


When axe grinds,close eyes,
Noose thick,search the dark,
Let the muzzle be the light,
And shrapnel with its axes
Deflate that black ignorance.
Onto inspiration you logged.


Shut your eyes,lower your head
Let your hands cover the face
Look inward,into your mind
See how fast your mind scan
And float across the globes
To give you,at once
The much needed escape.
Then you say. . .
At last,I made it!

Your mind is strengthful than you. Inspiration is a bundle of limitless energy. Live better!