A Meditation Class

A friend of my beloved wife introduced the class
And the conductor is an Indian 'Guru'.
All the worshipers were kneeling while we entered
And the Guru said; 'Close your eyes and concentrate on breathing, take in and take out.'
What a fantastic exercise and now I realized you see everything when eyes closed.
Bombing in Afghanistan and severe blasts in Iraq
Arrears of my house rent,
Pending light, water and gas bills
Penalties and fines from different sources.
I feel very sorry for her
She groans a little after her day's strenuous work
But still counts the breathe it seems.
And I am bit scared that she might go to Nirvana straight
Leaving all the burdens on my shoulder.
She cooks and washes dirty linen
And she sweeps the floor with my sins too.
Never mind if she finds a better place
Where there is no sorrow?

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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