Treasure Island

Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.

(June 15,1942 / Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India)

The soul is single


Have you got a soul in you?
If so, when did you get it?

At the time of birth?
In the course of pregnancy?
During conception? No;

Ere conception was there life
In the daughter cells
Sent for fusion of gametes
By the male and the female.

Jeevatma, the individual soul,
Enters not at birth
And leaves not at death
In an individual.

The soul is only one,
Uncountable, and runs
Through all organisms,
Which are branches
Sprouted by evolution.

No life can be evolved
Without continuity.
No life is lost in death.
No life is come in birth

Submitted: Sunday, May 19, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013

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09.05.2013

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