Pleasure

a poem by Satish Kakri

What pleasure is that
which ends in pain?
What joy is that
which beings no gain?

It is easy to be way ward
and hanker after will gems.
But is that all you
are worthy of?
Will not the creator scoff?
For human birth is a gift
so precious
that has possibilities
immense.

One has to work for
the improvement of
human life and
the development
of the human mind.
Animals also live;
but do they progress!
Yet they eat to live,
not live to eat.
Man so intelligent is
after a fool
He lives to eat
makes taste his tool.
What good is the learning,
what good are schools
if man was only
to break sacred rules.