The Rest Is Matter Of Heart Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Holy books sound hoary every page,
There's no sage whose word would never age,
No scripture weighs as a worthy gauge;
Truth of dharma dwelleth deep within—
Deep where heart's cavity has long been,
Let the path that the path-finders showed,
Be the path—a default path followed.

But one truth is buried deep within,
There's but one religion, one belief,
Varied be the ways seen
Rendering to the heart no relief;
Beware, Dharma maketh but one quart,
Rest the matter of heart
Religions made a mart.
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Adapted from Mahabharata, the piece is set in anapaest meter.
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Musings | 05.12.14 |