The Gita's song, a gentle guide, No single ending does it confide. No final fire, a judgment dread, But onward paths instead. Samsara's wheel, it turns and turns, Through lives reborn, the spirit learns. Not one last day, a world undone, But life continuing, 'til victory's won. Beyond the breath, beyond the form, The soul endures, weathering every storm. A cycle vast, of rise and fall, Responding to cosmic call Creation blooms, then fades away, Then born anew, in endless play. Our destiny, not one of fear, But liberation, drawing near. Moksha's freedom, from the chain, Devotion's fire, washes clean the stain. By knowing Self, and Self alone, The cycle breaks, the spirit's flown.
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Rallying Cry for Freedom: Refreshing Nation's Song
Rallying cry for freedom: Refreshing Nation's Song A nation's song, a rising call, For freedom's breath, for self-rule's might, Against the walls that confine us all, And shadows of a fading night. For freedom's breath, for self-rule's might, We stand as one, a vibrant hue, And shadows of a fading night, Our hearts ablaze, our spirits true. We stand as one, a vibrant hue, No chains of caste or creed define, Our hearts ablaze, our spirits true, A tapestry of souls, entwined. No chains of caste or creed define, Against the games that seek to break, A tapestry of souls, entwined, For unity and freedom's sake.
THE WHEEL TURNS ON TO SING A SOULFUL SONG: ESCHATOLOGICAL PERSPECTIVE OF THE GITA The Gita sings, a truth so deep, Our bodies sleep, but souls don't weep. Life after life, the wheel it spins, Through joys and sorrows, losses, wins. Deluding world, a transient flow, Where seeds are sown, and karmas grow. But hope remains, a shining light, To break the chain, and take true flight. The world a stage, a cosmic dance, Of birth and death, a fleeting chance. Self-realization, light within, To see the truth, where cycles spin. Like lotus from the mud, We rise, understood. Beyond the turning wheel, The Bliss that's truly real. Strive 'n find source, Supreme Being above, To rest in Moksha's endless love.
Essence of National Song in Present Context
Essence of National Song in Present Context Song of hope, a rising tide, Wash away the pain we hide. For this land, our hearts we give, So that all may freely live. No chains of caste, no creed's divide, Just freedom's song, far and wide. One nation, strong, a vibrant hue, Dear Land, we are true to you. For unity, we stand tall, One nation, free for all. No matter shade or creed, A garden with diverse seed. With courage in our hearts, We tear oppression's arts. To live with dignity, ‘N keep our ourselves free.
SPIRIT OF REPUBLIC: POEM
SPIRIT OF REPUBLIC: POEM A people's power, bright and bold, No king to lead, no tale of old. We are the makers, strong and free, The heart of true Republic, you and me. The law's a shield, for one and all, No matter big, no matter small. From every land, each shade, each creed, Equality's planted, a vital seed. The Constitution, our guiding light, To keep us true, and just, and right. A rulebook clear, for all to see, Ensuring fairness, liberty. Our taxes paid, our streets kept clean, Respect for all, a civic scene. To lend a hand, where help is due, Responsible citizens, me and you. Though different tongues, and ways we find, A single nation, heart and mind. In unity strong, our spirits soar, A progressive Nation, forevermore.
HAIKU ON SELFLESS ACTIONS
PROMPT HAIKU Perform all actions As service to god alone Seek no worldly gains Work for work's own worth gaurd against praise or honour desires will perish Work aptly quietly seek never fruits of action It's way to release AI ENHANCED HAIKU Do all for God, No worldly gains sought, just work, Bliss in selfless act. Work, a quiet joy, Not for praise, or fleeting fame, Desires fade away. Work well, silent heart, Deeds' rewards fade into peace, Release blooms within.
THE GITA INSPIRED SONNET ON SELFLESS WORK
THE GITA INSPIRED SONNET ON SELFLESS WORK Work aptly, quietly, with steady hand, And let your efforts bloom without a sound, No craving praise, no fruits within command, Just purpose pure, on hallowed, fertile ground. Seek not the harvest for the toil you spend, Nor count the hours, nor anticipate the gain, But let the act itself be joy and end, A silent offering, easing inner pain. For in this selfless giving, you will find A freedom that no accolades bestow, A peace that settles gently in your mind, A letting go, where tranquil waters flow. So work in quiet, find your own release, And inner calm will bring a lasting peace.