The motive force

To me it is always puzzling

Why men, who basically like idling

Sipping tea while upward steam spiralling

And fancying how their found desires bubbling

That cause tiny waves in mind rippling,

Are driven to work – who is compelling?

In the beginning what was but water

Lay still; the surface smooth as platter

Vast without bounds against which to batter

Deep without bottom where feet would totter;

No clouds above nor winds to scatter,

No sun, moon nor stars that all glitter.

There lay on a peepul lead floating

A young baby like a pearl glittering

Inside one oyster shell; and, was biting

The first toe of left foot and wondering

Where from came, where he was; and, muttering,

“Why I’m here? It’s quite astonishing!”

He heard a gentle whisper in his ear;

“Have you forgotten why you are here?

You know I’m the Energy pervading everywhere

The motive force pushing you from rear;

I’m the Inspiration that spurs you, dear,

To begin creations – Can’t you hear?”

A feminine voice much sweet and gentle

Like the flow of forest brooklet down-hill;

Her anklets and bangles did melodiously rattle;

She laughed like braking of glass brittle,

Tiny bells rang on her gold girdle;

All raised a music everywhere to fill.

The baby stood up and he did grow

Instantly to manhood; with one heavy blow

He stirred the water that did flow

In clashing waves igniting the fire glow;

The tumultuous created winds that blow.

They interacted – Life evolved and started to flow.

“Isn’t Saturday? ‘Maveli’ mobile store will come

To our street. Hurry up to purchase some

Palmolien, flour and maida that are become

Scarce outside and no stock at home”,

I was woken up by the common

Of my wife who came near to remind.