Here is a poem by Narendra Modi, the Prime Minister of India
You will feel proud of the man.
Inspiration for New Life
Mother
I bow to thy feet.
The final day of the camp.
Until yesterday
There was rush and work and urge for whose construction
Now inclines towards dispersal all that arrangement
These short-term arrangements
Are like the symbols of human life!
This world too is like this!
Who doesn’t know it is an illusion?
But why then human mind
Get emancipated from it?
All this is meaningless.
This sorrow, this pleasure, this bliss,
This satisfaction, this tendency, this aspiration,
This desire – all that are transient.
Perhaps satisfaction gives a fleeting bliss,
Maybe mental resolution will be achieved,
Maybe there will be contentment to conquer the others,
But this satisfaction too is transient.
As it is, the joy of attainment in the mortal world is
especially transient.
Still, Mother, everybody including me
Is after achievement.
Why so? In fact, in human heart
Where is expected to cultivate culture
Why does there arises
A tempest of such transient tendencies?
This is the tempest that raises human
From his base life
To throw far.
Mother…as a human I too
Will be a victim as natural.
Eternal desires, eternal satisfaction,
Awakening of eternal desires,
Is there no way out?
Perhaps the eternal desires will enlighten
The path of eternally contented life.
The discovery of that path is
The greatest introspection of human life.
I have experienced the bliss of introvert life.
There is contentment of fulfilment.
Extrovert life may be impressive,
But not inspiring.
Extrovert life will focus on the aura,
But introvert life will manifest inner-self.
Inner life has no noise,
It is replete with silent peace.
A quiet stream flows continuously.
This stream may not be able to fertilise
The whole land, but this quiet stream
Certainly infuses life into barren land.
It too has unique bliss.
The stream creates a true, quiet dialogue,
In which melody of music jingles
And then human tingles with it.
How short-lived is the flow.
No sound, no noise, no mass like a lake,
No tempest like an ocean, no flow like a river,
Still the stream is self-contented!
Tiny strength of it even
Marks multitude within it.
Yes, this all is grateful to introvert abidance.
So its area of influence
Sharpness of its impact – is not all despite size,
How sharp is its motivation?
It is the outcome of that discontinuous flow without a
desire.
My eternal flow of inner-self is linked to it inseparably.
No destination, no rest is possible.
This liveliness of its becomes fragrant,
Inspires for new life.
Mother…all this is true yet
I am going against it.
Free from quiet, healthy mind,
I am seeking noise.
No confusion exists in the mind.
Mother…I am aware.
Now this body has to ascend a new theatre.
I have to adorn it as per the new theatre.
I have to transform as per the new theatre
All my organs of the body –
Mind, intellect, heart.
Mother…it will occur with your blessings,
You will have to make feel liveliness there,
But I am after the soul, the inner soul
Now I shall be with you by this inner soul.
How I appear before the world
Has no significance in my heart.
The eternal flow of my inner-self
Is inseparably connected to you.
No goal, no rest is possible.
Perhaps this devotion of mine
Will preserve me in this inner-outer situation.
--Narendra
Modi
Date : 9 December, 1986
(English Rendering by : A.K. Gandhi)
