A serene landscape of grazing meadow,
An idyllic lea of green fields and vales,
Beauty of thee reflects in thy nature,
As unhurried the pace of life goes.
Comes the man to unwind with god,
But nature thy so fine that ideas he find,
To master the nature and the lord himself,
Tranquil he relinquishes for power today.
Running a race leading to nowhere he goes,
For false ego of self, fooling himself he goes,
But lord, an ace up his sleeve, smiling he goes,
For downfalls the man, slipping on his own feet as he goes.
How foolish he is, to fall in his own trap as he goes,
Nobody but him as down in hell he goes.
- Dr. Hira