Each day's a bizarre play in the dire droll drama
Of Life's quickly fleeting fantastic cyclorama,
Produced by magnificent magic of Mother Maya,
Preordained by mighty power of Lord Ishwara,
For each poor puppet's spiritual growth and gain,
There will be pleasure there may be some pain.
Please 'keep quiet' is our wise Sat Guru's advice,
It's not very easy but success is nectarine nice.
Feelings will revolt bucking like a mad wild steed,
Break them in with rough rigour and vigour indeed,
Untill he or she Realises their own dear True Self,
No longer the sad slave of demonic egotistic elf.