Poems of Narad

Advance Towards the Goal

22.8.2023

These denizens that prod and play
With human forms for their own joy
Importune the dark to stay
Treating us as Nature's toy

Seeking satisfaction in things
Of little impact yet they try
Their best to induce the stings
Of mind and heart, their tricks they play

Upon the susceptible soul of man.
We must root them out, not let them in
For in our weakness their evil can
Wound the being with their sin

And halt the progress of the soul
In its slow advance towards the goal.