Be a pedestrian in thought and deed;
Bind yourself to the soil as its breed.
Cross friends and foes on love's lanes,
Cutting across,the hatred campaigns.
There are no missing pages in the Bible;
We miss instead,the directions infallible.
Caught in a wireless web of volatile sites,
Our wits vacillate,amidst wavering bytes.
Where qualms are billed,scruples are sold;
Miscounting of beads keeps morals untold.
Missed morals,mask the might of the mind;
Unmasked minds,meet morals,well defined.
Church and churchyard fix our life's themes;
Themes match tunes and songs to our dreams.
All tunes spring from the tolling church bells;
All songs hail from where,peace plainly dwells.
P. Chandrasekaran
Bind yourself to the soil as its breed.
Cross friends and foes on love's lanes,
Cutting across,the hatred campaigns.
There are no missing pages in the Bible;
We miss instead,the directions infallible.
Caught in a wireless web of volatile sites,
Our wits vacillate,amidst wavering bytes.
Where qualms are billed,scruples are sold;
Miscounting of beads keeps morals untold.
Missed morals,mask the might of the mind;
Unmasked minds,meet morals,well defined.
Church and churchyard fix our life's themes;
Themes match tunes and songs to our dreams.
All tunes spring from the tolling church bells;
All songs hail from where,peace plainly dwells.
P. Chandrasekaran
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