Dark Handsome Figure
So much horrible
Things I am dealing with;
It's as if an iron-like bubble,
Being surrounded by darkest mist.
At times I cry, yet I try
To be frustrated once in a while;
And I would yearn to buy-
Time to be anxious
In a small pile!
But somehow, I couldn't!
Somehow, my heart would make several stunts-
To always remember Thy Lotus Feet-
So blue, so very sweet.
Thus, everything always goes in vain;
Like material suffering and pain.
I wonder — when will I be,
Able to think of varied beings;
Because I don't!
And mental presence, you see,
Is always left alone,
Making me think
Of the dark Handsome Figure,
Sweetly smiling, in front of me.