No Rebirth At Last.. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

Each time I am born,
I have to carry my own soul,
My soul can’t be recycled,
As my bodies in all my births do,
My soul is stained with karmic effect,
And I don’t know where my soul stays,
While I am alive and dead in all my births,
Whether in my heart or in the brain,
But my soul carries the heavy weight,
Of good and bad karmic acts,
The unachievable can be achieved,
In a flick of a second, not due to good luck,
What the human always wrongly assume,
It is the result of karma, one suffers,
Though there is no other reason specific,
Theory of karma is not deep,
But It is very simple and straight forward,
Whatever actions we resort to,
We can’t escape from the effect of it,
So my heart is stained, where the soul rests,
While I am alive and before I have had the rebirth,
And I haven’t found the stain remover,
To clear the stain to be absolved,
To be with the super power as a pixel,
To be with the super power as a minute ray,
To be with the super power as the thread of magnetic wave,
To be with the super power, travel across the space,
To land on the galaxies, where the secrets of energy hides,
To dip in the diamond sea, full of gold flake and dust,
To pass through the nuclear explosion, intact and safe,
And never will I be born again to suffer.