Next Life Poem by Bindu Borle
Next Life
Long stretch of road
Life as it should be
Bland, dull and colorless
Longing for a change
A possible reincarnation maybe
An urge to turn anew leaf
Impossible! Scandalous! voices echo
Each subway, over bridge, walk way
Drowned in ear-shattering nerve wrecking sound
The sound of silence
Circle of life goes on as usual
Change comes
Rebirth, a possible next life
But can life get to that stage
A phoenix like life.
No, throughout the living period
I have seen life rotting and stinking
And struggling
To revive itself again and again
But has always been unsuccessful
Till the last breath
There has been no next life
No exit
The one which you and I desire
Copyright © 2006, Bindu Borle
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4/28/2024 11:48:37 AM # 1.0.0.1119
True. At times we feel so, when we are helpless to face defeats in life. There is death only to the physical body and not the soul, which lives eternally. The soul takes a new body when the old one perishes, just like one wears a new shirt when the old one is torn. In the next life, the experience of the past life (Vasanas) only is carried forward.