“WANT”
a poem by
Bhagwan Sri Sridhara Swami Maharaj
“Want drives the divine
delight
Want shuts out the
spiritual Light
Want is the creator of
vice
Want is the Mother
choice.
Want ruins the future whole
Want destroys the highest
goal
Want vanishes the knowledge
of soul
Want produces the evils
roll.
Want is foolishness in
one’s self
Want says satan, I myself
He who wants, dares
nothing
To fulfil want, does
anything.
Want gets facilities
increase
Want puts never at ease
Want makes one slave to others
Devoid of want is the master
of masters.
Want is the Evil’s
playground
To Satan this want is
bound
Want carries one to the
hail
Want is the sorrow’s
special mail
As one goes, increasing
wants
Sure he surrenders to many
faults
Ever he is unsatisfied
To him the pain is ever
guide.
Uneasy is the head that
weats want
Merry and calm which
bears no want
I say him happy who has
no want
How thou art the ruiner
Oh want
I say him God who wants
nothing
Wantless mind gains
everything
Omnipotent is the wantless mind
Ever pitiful is the wantful
mind
How cruel O Want! You are
From God you carry us far
It is you who called
delusion
To give you up is the
best solution.
Vice not virtue on account
of you
Dirty is fair on account of
you
How strange the power which
you have got
Made all mad their sorry
lot.
Oh! Want you are a foe to
the humanity
Oh want you are the
destroyer of unity
It is you that make the
might is right
It is only for you the
wordly fight
Even a king you make a beggar
Even a sage a laughing
figure
Thy salvation is, I say, the
salvation
Thy bondage is the birth’s
foundation
Believe the truth I say
This body is made of clay
Allurements mere delusion
Pain you find the
conclusion
Unsubstantial what you see
There is substantial but you
never see
Know yourself you are it is
Merry yourself and be at
ease
World is a constant
change
To know, one finds
strange
Wonder! I find it is
How allured by miseries.
Satan’s mission is world
certain
Here is the truth shut off
with curtain
False illusions rule this
world
Please take caution not to
be whirled
How dirty you see the
body itself
It cannot be loved and
said myself
Luxuries are here you
find mere pain
To carry you to hell,
this evil train.”
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