The Imps

Such a splendid haul did I reel in
By a musing net in my being cast,
In few moments the tug was felt
During reverie pause of this morning.

I saw desire emerge from ground
Bearing traces of its burrowed lairs,
The physical’s affections, vital lures,
All were firmly to the ego bound.

I caught vacillation wandering freely
Alarming flame of heart and mind,
By gusts of whimsy they disturbed
The steady gaze of my constancy.

I saw ardour depleted in channels
Dug by Nature’s deep arbitrage,
Thus I suffered the deceiving mirage
Of shadow forms and empty spells.

In all this my will was befuddled,
It could not hold aloft my askesis,
So every attempt led to a crisis,
My exertions were thus confounded.

But O Mother, I caught the imps deviant,
They who mar my flame for Thee.
May I cull these by a surrender free
And be bound forever to Thy feet.

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