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!

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