VANITYA Poem by JENYA poem about vanityVANITY Vain is this vanity I knew that in my sanity Still vain is this hope To escape from it’s rape. Vanity is a lack of sanity Vanity is a lack of amity Vanity is a lack of
simplicity It hurls lives into a bitter complexity. When I am empty, it overflows When I am defeated, it boils When I am exposed, it flaunts When I am told what I am… It squiggles in pains. Compassion kills vanity,
mother says. Tolerance chokes vanity,
father says. Humility murders vanity,
teacher says. All these are antidote to
vanity, priest says. I took a cauldron Mixed compassion With equal amount of Humility and tolerance In the fire of renunciation And selfless sacrifice I let it to brew for years Patience kept on fuelling the
fire I could see my vanity As vapors escaping Into a hell far above me Where heavens too Opened their doors. To usher me into a vanity Fringed by religious dogmas That is hailed as sacred by
Gods By priests and teachers.. The old vanity in a robe of
sanctity!!!. © 2010 JENYReviews
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Added on July 23, 2010Last Updated on July 27, 2010 Tags: philosohy Author
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