Preface The poem has a strong christian inclination...It was writtem way back in my school days that is some 11 odd years back . The poem does not reflect my faith or my present beliefs.
Spirit is willing but flesh is weak
Damned by desires its only pleasure that it seeks
Spirit searches for Devine caring no gain
But all goes in vain as flesh succumbs to pain
Efforts of Devine is now at stake
Centuries of evolution seems a waste
As men fail again and again
Spirits of heaven cries in pain
Flesh was moulded against all odd
Sculpted with beauty to resemble God
God was so happy for his creation
Uttered ‘son’ out of jubilation
God wanted his son to be an image of his own
Thus into flesh spirit was sown
He expected his son to grow up fine
Spirit within the flesh to seek the Devine
If man fails who is at blame
Either spirit or God will claim
For flesh was not meant for this quest
Yet it was spirit to make up the rest
God was too ambitious in his dreams
But he trusted spirit to that extreme
It was for the spirit to do its duty
To purify flesh to match its beauty
Now it’s for the sculptor to break the sculpture
To remove life from the womb of nature
Destroy his creation by own hands
And turn flesh back to sand
That day even god will cry
For a fathers love for his son be tried
The day when will of the spirit will be broken
And from his sweetest dream god will be woken
Damned by desires its only pleasure that it seeks
Spirit searches for Devine caring no gain
But all goes in vain as flesh succumbs to pain
Efforts of Devine is now at stake
Centuries of evolution seems a waste
As men fail again and again
Spirits of heaven cries in pain
Flesh was moulded against all odd
Sculpted with beauty to resemble God
God was so happy for his creation
Uttered ‘son’ out of jubilation
God wanted his son to be an image of his own
Thus into flesh spirit was sown
He expected his son to grow up fine
Spirit within the flesh to seek the Devine
If man fails who is at blame
Either spirit or God will claim
For flesh was not meant for this quest
Yet it was spirit to make up the rest
God was too ambitious in his dreams
But he trusted spirit to that extreme
It was for the spirit to do its duty
To purify flesh to match its beauty
Now it’s for the sculptor to break the sculpture
To remove life from the womb of nature
Destroy his creation by own hands
And turn flesh back to sand
That day even god will cry
For a fathers love for his son be tried
The day when will of the spirit will be broken
And from his sweetest dream god will be woken
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