Humming the Hums of Humility

 

Glimpses of heavenly abode appears welcoming ahead

The back of his head being punctured by the swollen nodes

The only choice left is to embrace and withstand the painful nodes.

 

The couple stared ahead trying to speculate what endeavors they might have to face…

Trying to gain strength as they hope optimistically

Their eyes swimming the vastly sea

 

The tiny grains of sand that makes the beach

The bubbles that are found on the shores at the beaches

The vastness of what lies in between, ahead, before and after

Of what is more and beyond one’s reaches

Reminds one of the amount of knowledge in one’s possessesion

Making one shudder at the knowledge that is remoteness

He keeps on saying, ‘Our intelligence is very-very limited!’

He then added, ‘even our senses, they lie to us!’

‘Yet, we are so self assured of our intelligence and our senses.’

Surely we have reached a consensus?

 

He feels his spirit shrinking into depletion

Weak, numb and dumb, always on the edge

Afraid as he is weak,

Agitated as he is conscious of his intelligence

Shallow as he is constantly threatened by challenges

Calmness why not come pay a visit?

 

The world is certainly small in comparison to the universe

If we were to conduct a comparison sort of an experiment

Of how minute we are

Don’t go there, it makes the mind bleed

When one heeds of how truly tiny he is

The shallow people are overwhelmed with greed

He is greedy for wisdom

But poor is his kingdom

Overcome by boredom

Time is wasted on empty notions

This reminds him of the many nations

Those who are in power

Wicked and evil, condescending towards the nations and its people

Then this naturally gives birth to variances

Where then bloodshed becomes common

No matter how sad and indignant

To be grateful and thankful must become prominent

For we are ever unaware of when our little haven of abode will give welcome to destruction

And the fire of destruction will wipe away both our dreams and afflictions

Our entire existence then comes to a standstill

It is time for calculation, one that corresponds to our deeds and actions

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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