VAGUE PURITY

The purity of the materialistic environment
Is a disguise attempting to eradicate
The proper functioning of our Faculties.
Slaves are born to serve the servile nature,
It wholly depends upon the inner strength;
Want that or a platform for the neck-cuff.
Tinkling of the two coins never stops;
Either head clashes with the tails or vise-versa
Never the surfaces meet.
It is only when it spins the surfaces meet
A vague singularity shines through it;
'Static' the same old tale protrudes.
Heaviness is the property of coins;
Paper currency is light in texture;
Logic is meant to be demarcated paerfectly.
Contentment is reached in the belly
The ego commands purity
Mentally purity recedes far away.
Silence pervades materially
And the whole body becomes mute,
Ready for the funeral to take place.
Purity is not vague;
Loop-holes are parcelled away;
Plucking of vagueness permeates Purity.