Vanity
When thy insights go out of control,
Thy self belief goes helter shelter,
Thy being is being filled with negativity,
And in your person and around you,
Thou weave a web – a false love of one’s own excellence,
When inflated sense of thou personal status makes a hearth deep in thyself,
In variance with reality in its actuality,
It is a conceited high opinion next to vice,
Throwing ethics to the whirl winds,
Your “I, me and mine’ takes centre stage,
Yee make out everything happens,
Due to thee and world revolves around thee,
Thou become centre of gravity in your own household,
And at your work place, et al,
You perceive work will take,
A biting beating if you sidetrack,
Even a bit from your chosen track,
Vanity is your creed,
Which you chase religiously,
With a wilder pace,
Forgetting the fable of a vane stag,
Who brimming with vanity,
Prided the fine twists and turns of his horns,
Hardly mixed up with its own clan,
With vanity gone deep in his head,
It sauntered the length & breadth of forest,
When in his conceited reverie, its horns entangled in thorny bushes,
It tried vainly to disentangle but futile its attempts were,
Vain vanity took its life and what he prided for,
Obsession with trumpeting thy own objective picture,
Heavily intoxicated with self esteem,
Mercy, thee deem others as dumb driven cattle,
And thou as scheming head,
With head but alas no heart,
A head full of ideas of self-idolatry, self appreciation aplenty,
Divorced from graces for others,
Others in your view are of little consequence,
Not worthy of paying even a lip-service,
Thee as a wick, emitting light and shade, thou believe,
This vanity is emptiness in the eyes of God,
Drunk in pride is disrespect to our Creator,
Breaking His strictures structured for the humanity,
God forgive these humans and refine them,
And infuse in them humane mentality towards his fellow beings.
Harbans Khajuria