Art Of Life - Poem by Pintu Mahakul
How can a fish live without water in river, sea or pond?
How can a man sustain without worship prayer new bond?
Life is precious, in real one does understand and thinks
He lives life with love for divine, in God's knowledge he sinks.
Life without God's mercy is just like particle of dust
As like without soul the body becomes nasty and rust.
A thirsty man on the way for water does search,
While he gets a drop of water becomes life's torch.
While we learn the art of flying we fly in wings of mind
We behold the essence of sky; we behold the fragrance of wind.
We perceive the vibrations of love and bliss
While wind swims towards us and in miracle does kiss.
How can a bird chirp and fly without wings so far?
How can we say without light in sky dazzles a star?
A camel in desert with long hope drinks in gap once,
A person who gets the path of spirit he does grasp the chance.
Life is like flower so far made for petals of time,
While a person understands this does not commit crime.
Human soul is super in power prime in action more,
Life is boat and time is river for flowing towards shore.
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