He sows that which shall never bear fruit
His whole life he toils
For his senses, believing he does so, for his own good
But the returns
Of his many endeavors, if any, never enough seem
And eternal joy
For him continues to remain a distant dream
All he does is breed
Misery and dissatisfaction for him and others around
Devising contraptions
Hoping that an everlasting cure for sorrow may someday be found
Yet so engaged is he in his pursuits
That he fails to see, unhappiness is a human creation
For bliss lies within oneself
It is to his heart man must turn if he truly seeks salvation
-Kartik Shastry
