The Heavenly Perception

The road leads to me
towards my destination,
is full of troubles.
Very oft I meditate
if I can tread over
all scattered pebbles!

Sometimes I stumble,
I become confused,
lose my profound conviction,
My body is stung
under alienation.

Then love becomes illusion.
Sunlight seems to me scorching.
Moonlight is wane.
Birds chirping is inevitable bedlam.
I ask myself
If I am an insane!

But when a little toddler,
grips my finger,
Walks unsteadily,
Casts a smile to me.
My dooming heart
revives a perception, heavenly.