Kurukshetra
Published on April 22, 2019
Kurukshetra
A Sonnet
Courtesy Priti Ghosh
There is a perennial Kurukshetra within,
And legions of falsehoods arrayed about.
In each moment a new war doth begin,
To claim our soul by a ceaseless bout.
Twin flames, one flickering another moveless,
Bear our body, vital and clouded mind.
By misheard whispers guides our footsteps,
Through error and pain to a diviner kind.
Master and Beloved enshrined from womb,
Him we seek through our unending works.
By laboured breath and thought’s slow climb,
To eek out a nobler life that ignorance shirks.
O Flame, Agni, pure and spotless, lead us
To that Beyond as an unerring compass.