Ponder

Ponder

Exempt said the wheels of time
Master I beg for salvation
Tied up in ropes unknown
Hence forth called tradition

The soul looks inwards
In between the throbbing veins
And the sulking emotion
Pretends and then thwarts

Any attempt to hold it responsible
For the present state of the cactus
Arid, dry and yet bountiful
Walking walking on dry sand

Scorched tormented Om shanti Om
Hallowed be thine Nome
Look if you must at this
Shining spectacle of bliss

For the meek shall inherit
The earth and its bountiful spread
And then what... will we live
Happily ever after??