Time passes
Some wishes granted
Some wishes thwarted
The body gets older
A wasted life
On trivial pursuits
All the money
All the fame
Caught in mayas game
Be thou smart
Use Yoga’s Art
Learn to part
From maya’s tart
Win Gods’ grace
Use Guru’s given mace
Finish your race
At record pace
Life is short
Make your choice
Satan or God.
Desires for world
You picked Satan
A life rotten
A goal forgotten
Pick God I urge
Everything in the world
Will hurt you for sure
Leaving tears in the eye
For that’s Satan game
Promise Of pleasure
A liar he is
But in the end
Pain shall rein
I end with a hint
A divine sound
Of fame reknown
It goes by Aum
Pranav it is
Hear it!
Hear it!
Hear it!
Trace the sound
Back to your roots
There you will dine
With Saints divine
That is Yoga
Destroys all Roga
The Gift of a Guru
Your savior he is
Hear Aum again and again
That’s the road
Hear it once
Your sins destroyed
Hear it twice
Break your ties ( to desires)
Hear it thrice
Maya shall tremble
Now hear it ever
No more delirious fever *
Aum Aum Aum
Immerse in it
Hear it in meditation
And leave the world
Forever
- Satan – pit of fire which is this world, has created this illusionary world hence delirious fever
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