We are a much-confused race.

Rocking recklessly betwixt the

extremes of getting and spending

Splashing helplessly in the

puddle of materialism

Grappling ever with a nerve-breaking routine

And so disillusioned.

Worldly activities  make us feverish and fretting

They do not let us take even a slight respite.

Wordsworth said rightly,

“The world is too much with us.”

Great paradox:

We are fed up of rat race and confusions,

Still want to revel in the luxury of the gross mire.

We are a lost race.

Pitiably ignorant of God’s bounty.

People, both young and aged,

Look for counseling and consolation.

Monied they are, endowed with education and vain etiquette

Boasting of getting and doing anything,

But miserably poor in Inner Peace.

Which exists in every one of us,

It is only a matter of bringing it out. They can do it with a little bit of perseverance and patience.

And, of course, should have faith in themselves.

~Dr. Kailash Nath Khandelwal