Heart Craves Home

Silently, a girl is reading,
how to love and how to serve,
is her heart profoundly bleeding?
Surely, she has a nerve.

Her vision is floating
above castles of light,
covering in overcoating
her heart against the dark.

Shields aren't effective,
compared to the Agni Fire,
pain is still infective
underneath illusions dire.

She reads of karma's ways.
The insight, hovering, lands
on her head, a victorious day,
let Agni burn deceptive plans.

A time of trial has commenced.
A silent test proceeding there,
the Skies have dispensed
Mercy, retribution is aware.

If she fails at truly giving,
her knowledge will be mere weed.
A cult to the self, unforgiving,
is mixing rudeness with greed.

The heart craves its home,
its fiery nature doesn't pardon,
enough of souls that, alone,
are lost in pretenses that harden.

Cheating the system fills the cup
of Justice's sentence of Life.
So maybe... don't read the book
if, vindictive, you decide to lie.

When someone doesn't pay back
it doesn't mean you were cheated.
Give and try to live, while you lack
material prize, yet, you were lifted.

Flames imperishable cleanse,
while Agni forgives no excuses.
And I ... believe in Fire's dance.
The Law's defense it chooses.

So here's the oath of the girl.
Let's protect her fragile path.
The clam's as major as its pearl.
God.... let's trust his aftermath.

Give up all the bad habits,
give up music that destroys,
you won't gain, for it's gratis,
only... The Earth? It won't be noise.