Calling

By Sagarika SV

I feel a calling,

my soul a dome.

I feel a longing,

for a far away home.

I feel the ocean pouring into my

heart,

So vast and huge, it swallowed it

whole,

I see the fire and feel it in my

soul,

All the evil, all the dark, I burnt it

to its core.

I look forward and see a path,

Years of forgiveness, yet years of

wrath.

I walk it carefree with my eyes

still closed,

For my Karma is the light, all

hurdles overthrown.

I resort to myself,

Caring less about the world.

My thoughts, my convictions,

Stronger as I grow old.

Seek love and I open my heart,

Seek evil and I am on my guard.

For my soul can see through

reality, and mirage.

And I feel a longing for a far

away home,

I feel a calling as rain pours on

my soul.

The water so cold it seeps

through my mind,

It washes away the world, which

had turned me blind.

I feel the wind as it plays with my

hairs,

It clears all the dark clouds,

Formed over countless years.

As I walk on the soil my ego

crawling down,

Finding its way to the bottom,

Deeper and deeper so it can

never be found.

Yet planting the seeds of self

respect,

my conscience rises above the

ground.

By Sagarika SV