Why I wrote it
Some years ago a godbrother challenged me to write a sonnet. I thought for a while and then decided to write about an encounter I had had with a fly that afternoon.
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Poor Little Fly
Poor little fly upon my window pane,
I’ll try to help you find your way outside.
Your efforts to be free go all in vain
Although I’ve opened up my window wide.
It must be nature’s law that’s locked you in.
Your karma makes you land on solid glass.
For though we both may try, we cannot win.
The truth I’ve read in scripture comes to pass.
Does not this world confine us to our role?
What use to toil and strive for worldly gain?
Man does no more his destiny control
Than this poor fly upon my window pane.
The road to freedom lies another way.
Chant Hare Krishna, go back home, and stay.
⁓Umapati Swami, December 10, 2018
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