Bearing the burdens of the world
Tired of making sure the world goes round
Sitting on the chair, with the weight of the universe
Life, tires me out
As I start to look for respite
From myself, and from my life
The life that requires me to believe in myself
Like a spider, I remain the king of my own world
Apex predator, king of the castle, master of the my own
manor
omnipotent, omnipresent, omniscient, omnificent
And with vigilant agony, only I understand
heavy is the head that bears the crown
I see the path that I need to cross
I know I shall, I ask, “then what?”
Then another opens, and then another
and each challenge I shall overcome
In a little game of my own making
I am the master, and I am the pawn
But bear the burden must I,
for every trigger that is pulled and every wound that is
scorched
And it is not only the terrors that burden my soul
I also bear the burden of every gleaming heart and every river
that flows
For I must do all that is in the world, both righteous and
wrong
And must smile at the wins and cry at the losses
I wish I could, I wish I could live dispassionately
Just ensuring the smoothness of the clouds, without feeling
responsible for it
Like Arjuna did, as he won the battle
but placed every shred of credit to his charioteer
But alas! I have no charioteer to guide my life
So I bear the weight of that as well, as I pull my life
along
No God shall come to my aid, as I hold the reigns of my life
Dragging it along, I move my life and with it of so many
else
I see my burden, my responsibility, my Ego
that I carry without sharing
Without believing in Krishna, the burden stays mine
And this I must bear like Atlas, who cannot shrug
Vishal Gupta
16th June, 2022
