VANITY

A poem about vanity

VANITY

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!!!.

Reviews

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"Vanity is a lack of simplicity
it hurls lives into a bitter complexity."

{i love this--this a wonderfully written poignant piece of poetry}

{the last verse is perfect}

...great write...

james:-)