Infatuations overdosed
flinch one back to
the darkness of cavern
full of shyness.
Things fancied for long
when come in vision,
mount confusions.
Facing it face to face
becomes a real problem.
Fancies born in the flames
of desire
nurtured by a dreamy mind,
hardly ever
dare to believe its reality.
The fire of wisdom
flames then up,
helps to burn all impurities -
all false senses of sins,
of which a shy soul screams out.
God has no night to sleep.
He takes you on account
by your reasoning for
every time your action is
based on its purity and sincerity.
Judging all by its merit
and by its Holy Spirit,
response if comes from soul
acceptance in simplicity
is the only answer.
Gautam Sen
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/acceptance-57/
