The Gita's Call: A Decastich Poem
The Gita's Call: A Decastich Poem The world outside, a noisy sea, Traps mind-n-senses, pulls you-n-me. The Gita urges, "Turn within, Let quiet strength begin." No quick reaction, sharp and rash, But inward gaze, a gentle flash. Let go of things that fade away, Of gold and gain that hold no sway. Make peace within, a friend so true, The self you build, anew, anew!