Preferences rule our life, we wish for this and abhor that
These predilections cause us to swing between myth and fact
That which we despise is embellished by myth to be fearsome
And that which we wish for assumes factuality quite irksome
Thus when we finally get what we wish for it starts to pall
We are no sooner satisfied than into desire again we fall
It is almost as if we want to be in a state of constant yearning
And we assume normalcy only when our minds are always churning
And then there are those that we choose to despise with vigor
They shall be hidden from sight by veils of self imposed rigor
We go to extreme lengths to keep these hidden from healing light
The attics of our minds are swollen with repressed emotions fight
True peace can be attained only by exposing that which is hidden
Shadows are dispelled only when light causes darkness to be undone
We can attain a state of peace only by bringing out our daemons
Allowing their play amongst love's symbols is the way to end torment
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This has reference to your excellent composition entitled “Preferential Pains”. As I went through the verse, I was reminded of Tagore’s words in the Gitanjali, wherein he says, inter alia, and I quote—Thy infinite gifts come to me on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass and still Thou pourest and still there is room to fill-unquote. There can be no, more eloquent description of man’s insatiable desire for possessions than these words of the immortal Bard. However the remedy suggested by the Poet as an effective antidote to this endless craving for material possessions, is to count the many blessings that the good Lord has showered upon us unasked, and try to make ourselves more deserving of these bounties by righteous conduct that is acceptable in the eyes of God. To quote once again from the Gitanjali, the poet has this to say and I quote. “My desires are many and my cry is pitiful, but ever didst Thou save me by hard refusals. Day by day Thou art making me more worthy of the simple great gifts that Thou gavest me unasked, the sky, the light, the mind, the life, the body, saving me from perils of overmuch desire”.
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