Death's message

Shifting moods assail the mind causing fluctuations
Much as rain drops cause ripples on water surfaces
Each such ripple dies out but does leave an imprint
To be revisited later at leisure and again relived

I found myself in the grip of such powerful emotion
It assailed me in the morning as I sat in reflection
Repeatedly I assumed a noble posture and lectured
To a group of people who were my friends and teachers

In all such rants, my position was pure and unassailed
Whereas others had minds where nefarious goals invade
I was carried away with my own splendor and high purpose
Being a martyr seemed delightful and had me engrossed

I felt righteous and looked heavenward for approval
But I found God to be unresponsive and unavailable
Why have you turned your face away? - I asked pained
Am I not the most pure of mortals, living with restraint?

She sent her messenger to answer my pitiful query
I stared death in her face when she spoke clearly
You are not noble when a martyr: it is just your ego
It wears false modesty, with self importance endowed

A true servant shall not deign to be a martyr
He never assumes a position that is superior
He is ready to lay down life for larger goal
But does so with power coming from self control

Thus stating, the messenger returned back to God
Chastised, I came back to my senses with rapport
I started to think in terms of providing service
And started off on my day's journey with promise