(written in March 2005)
Dear Lord!
What am i?
Whether this body, mind or soul?
If this body, why after death it smells foul?
If the mind then why, it keeps on shuffling,
on mundane relations, seeking for love and caring?
Why this futile search of new relations,
even after knowing that they all act as boundation?
Why we kneel down so easily before baits,
and not even realize that, these are for few dates?
Why don't we try to oblivate this world,
& shed away all doubts and walk opposite to herd?
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Good Thoughts !
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