VICTIM
Seen the world, failed to understand,
Failed to realize the essence of life,
Astonishing there is God unseen,
Exist, belief helps humans gracefully,
Found thousand-year temples,
Idols worshipped generation faithful,
Compassionate removes pain, heals,
Incurable gets cured, all his mercy,
His grace man rises from rag to rich,
Protects from calamity danger to life,
Mesmerized in enchanting hymns,
Never human could visualize really,
Suffered immensely from mistakes,
Got experience, which helped me,
Speechless at my success, people say,
Blessed this guy, an achiever in life,
Higher education, skill, experience,
Burned midnight lamp for a decade,
Strongly believe work changes destiny,
Having assets, a glass mansion,
Attendants many, I pay salary,
Gold, jewelry, ornament, costly dress,
My family enjoys everything, demanding,
Worship God, beautiful golden idol,
Flower bedecked oil lamp burns,
Wife children sing prayer beautifully,
O’ Lord, give us more pleasure, joy,
Fulfill everything, our gratitude,
Silently I stand behind them, observe,
None ever expressed to me obligation,
Trust our golden idol than me,
Urban, high-profile, wealthy is a curse,
Family little knows sleepless night,
In the bedroom, I stroll alone, confused,
Business crumbling in a day, sudden,
Years of hard work, profits vanished,
Crashes share market, stocks collapsed,
The tension, worries, life is dark,
Selling properties, meeting huge losses,
Golden Idol in my home mute,
Crying first time before Lord, alone,
Save my business, O’ divine,
Worshiping my family, please help,
Save me from status to road,
Help me, my family, my wealth,
No, nothing happened, mercy,
Invisible Lord, failing to protect us,
Heartbroken, sick, angry at my life,
Fled, to get recluse left family,
Rishikesh, at the bank of Ganges,
Living in an ashram with a sadhu,
Enlightened in orange cloth, bright,
Answered my questions, plight,
A human stout at eighties radiant,
Smiling, soft-spoken, at peace, happy,
This happiness, peace I never saw,
Transcendental, sitting on a rock,
Flowing blue water freezing bathes,
Singing prayer to Lord, upward,
Where is Lord, Baba have you seen,
I am a victim of my faith, today,
Lost everything, name, fame, gold,
The Golden idol
in my home didn’t help,
A loincloth, bowl, a few books, a stick,
The sadhu was telling me softly,
You are a victim of Maya, desire,
Physical desire is limitless, worldly,
That born here must die, a rule,
Rejecting lust, you are a victim no more.
@ Bijayananda Mishra
