poetry

Jataka Bandi

Work

Working with hands and minds entwined,
Bringing balance to life, refined.
Smiles at day’s end, pure delight,
Proof of joy in each hard-won fight.

Involuntary grins, they tell no lies,
As we rest beneath evening skies.
Use every gift, make moments mount,
Body and mind, in harmony, count.

Enjoy the labor, the sweat, the strain,
For in our work, true selves we gain.
So let us toil, let us strive,
For in our work, we truly thrive.
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Station

In fleeting moments, you may find,
Life’s sands swift as thoughts in mind.
Yet in each space, beauty shines,
In every place, in every line.

Circumstances shift, but hold your aim,
For paths unfold, revealing fame.
Within your journey, you shall claim,
The essence of your destined frame.
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Awareness

In the quiet, I wait for the perfect rhyme,
As time slips by, unnoticed, in its climb.
Hoping for your glance, a moment to see,
But you’ve departed, and I’m left to be.

Awareness, a gift, so natural and true,
Yet ignorance prevailed, leaving me blue.
Be yourself always, strive until you find,
In every moment, your peace of mind.

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