And then there was the poet who started to think in arrogance
That the verse he produces is special with a divine provenance
He started looking askance at others that he thought plebeian
And sought out others whom he felt were more fit for his union
In his isolated ivory tower there were no other graven images
He didnt feel the need to bow before an idol, his ego suffices
His head started to swell in pride, as hubris obscured sight
He became blind to the finer emotions, afflicted by a blight
Soon his verse started reflecting his mind, equally barren kind
And poetry started converting into rant, elegance hard to find
His writings became vitriolic and he lapsed into incessant rage
There was no outlet for his heart's emotions, ominous presage
He looked within and asked in anguish: "What became of my skill?
Am I merely a shell that life once inhabited, but held now by will?"
Heaven answered in thunderous whisper: "You are always whole
But when ego blinds your vision, divine grace shall leave the soul"
Thursday, February 8, 2007
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This has reference to your verse entitled “Poet’s End”. I entirely agree with you that when pride walks in through the door, GRACE exits through another, as the two can never co-exist. And in a poet’s life, as for that matter, in the life of any person, when this situation occurs, all beauty and elegance are lost and only the ugly face of egoism will become manifest.
In such a situation, one can only join the immortal author of the Gitanjali and pray to the Lord,
“ When grace is lost from life come with a burst of song. When my beggarly heart sits crouched in a corner, break open the door, my King, and come with the ceremony of a king.”
Shankaracharya, in his epic composition Bhaja Govindam, has this to say on the subject, and I quote “Na kuru dhana, jana, yauvana garvam, Harathi nimeshal kalassarvam” unquote, which when translated, would read as follows
Do not take pride in your material possessions, or your supporting manpower, or even in the glow of your youth, for all these can be destroyed by TIME in a flash of a second.
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