Digging absurdity

In a world where tasks seem vain ,
Like Sisyphus in endless strain,
We toil,we struggle ,day and night ,
Chasing shadows out of sight.

But the dog ,with dirt- streaked paws ,
Digging on without a cause,
Finds joy in every furrow deep,
A journey rich though we don't keep.

The absurdity, in truth,can lead,
To  paths that helps the soul to feed,
Not empty steps,but life in bloom,
A deeper sense beyond the gloom.

In postmodern prose ,we find the key,
To see that absurdity sets us free.
Not just a path that circles back,
But one that shows us what we lack.

The Guru’s feet are heaven,
He lays seeds of seven.
Baffled, the disciple cries aloud,
"O Guru, take my life, I am in vain."

Then the Guru, in silence, sees the light,
The spark of a journey glowing bright.
He speaks, calm as the morning sea:
"You may not know, you may not see,
But I have seen it already,
One day, you will be like me."

From that moment, the Guru saw the seed of faith,
And watered it with pain, grief, and hard work.
One day, the disciple became a Guru,
And so the story repeats, time after time.
Many Gurus are made from one Guru—
Such is the love and care of the Guru.

I learn and grow
I reap and sow
And shun all the sorrows.........

Therefore I move
With pangs aloof
In the light
Of shining morrow

Darkning forest
Is a calling sorest
Don't give worth
It's in hollow

Dancing birds
Are humming words
In the deep mirth
I borrow

I learn and grow
I reap and sow
And shun all the sorrows..........