K. T. NARASIMHA CHAR
If you give up the “I”,
There is no heaven too high
For your soul-wings to reach!
If in the little world
Of self you sit incurled,
You’ll still stand on the beach.
Poor transient bonds we prize.
Dust looks gold to our eyes,
Decaying flesh immortal!
When dear ones cease their pain
We beat our wings in vain
Against God’s highest portal!
Who gives his all to others.
Who loves all men like brothers
Obtains the world’s dominion!
He shall smell sweet like a
flower.
He bright as truth, of
power
That dwelleth
in no pinion!
Spread out your wings, O Soul,
The earth is not your goal,
This life is not the end:
Break through these fleshly bars
To where beyond the stars
Stands the Eternal Friend!