RESTRAIN MIND, THY MAD PURSUIT.
Butterfly mind, why you hover round flowers
Searching one after other in greed unsatisfied?
Know you not that flowers live in hours as men
Live in years to make a final exit sure and certain?
Flowering sense pleasures intoxicating, strip you off
Of all temporal pleasures you struggle to embrace,
In moments before wink of eye, still you pursue nay
Not that they are not forever to please thee pleasing.
The fruits of poison tree enchant mind blinding the
Senses, bar the reason, arouse the passion, end silently
Thy forlorn hope to live in sweet dreams of life in naught,
Make you mad slave, a bonded labour, never free again.
Restrain, mind thy mad pursuit of building castles in air
For they remain in air, never on earth, ever fooling thee
To perplexity, more confusion worst confounded pushing
To the deeper darkness, never to see the light of heaven again.
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