In spite of trying
I have forsaken willingly large material treasure
Only to conquer you,
I have ignored hidden lust and greed
Only to impart my adoration,
I want all that no one has gaind-
Your spiritual sublimity
And now I am ready
To sacrifice even more
If there is left and remains.
When I was thinking so in today's morning
The sun came out
The eastern sky was still hazy
The mist engulfed the surrounding
And the sun was not in a hurry.
Oh! I felt
What a foolish man am I,
I could not leave my pride
And still count what did I,
I am still engrossed in my loss and gain
I am unable to be the sun
In spite of trying to be in vain!
Topic(s) of this poem: god, sacrifice, spiritual
Form: Free Verse
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