The Middle Path

The Middle Path short poem

The road to Hell is wide and traveled well,

With timbrels, gay, and trumpets blowing loud,

And souls won’t know, if when, and how they fell,

With souls roasting, their bodies walk still proud:

But gate of Heaven opens but a slit,

Admitting few who, hardly, might squeeze in,

While Satan looks, and ready with his spit,

In case the Keeper overlooks a sin:

Might we do well, threading the middle path?

Not being vain, nor be too much a saint

To not deserve the Devil’s fiery wrath,

Yet short of being heart without a taint:

…..I hope, when Fate would finally decide,

…..I’m not despised by friends from either side.

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♪ ♫ Well, I guess, it could be said that if my knowledge and wisdom were converted to wealth, I may humbly say, in all honesty, that I am not a millionaire. But if out of my two cents, you would agree to accept one of it, then, I could proudly say, in all modesty, that I have done charity.♥
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An interesting take on the sage advice of walking The Middle Path..Witty and concise in content and form!

Swathi Rao
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Middle Path, Real path.. Live for life, and not for the path…

Arti Honrao
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Well – written …
Seemingly written after some contemplation!

Keep writing
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