A combination of soul and matter
Requires food for both the essentials
One shouldn't be thinner and other fatter
Their hunger must be fed with victuals.
Science presents before us what matter keeps
And makes us lost in the world of magic
The rash hands go on making heaps on heaps
But alas! most of them become tragic.
It makes us forget the Hereafter
Matter can give us almost all delights
Man should always raise laughter and laughter
Soul must be buried in grave without lights.
Soul says'I am immortal o listen
You serve only the statue of clay
With which something fatal may happen
That has a very limited role to play.
I have the treasures of satisfaction
For all those who come and knock at my door
I am not biased for any faction
And I believe in giving more and more.'
The dying soul must be rushed to Emergency
The sooner the better for the human race.
Science must be saved from illicit pregnancy
For good balance Soul with Science must keep pace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have the treasures of satisfaction For all those who come and knock at my door I am not biased for any faction And I believe in giving more and more. a reflection of religion and reason........ in other words you have pictured it well as soul and science....... thank you very much for these philosophical and spiritual thoughts dear poet. tony