Not by mere chance, but by own choice
humans take their birth in this world
leaving the physical form after death
summoned is the soul to the yard of God
Depending on the deeds in earlier lives
a list of impending births await the soul
contains the list varieties of births
including animals, insects, birds apart from humans
a perfect democracy prevails in the court of God
instead of allotting, soul is asked to select its choice
Swayed by illusion for human pleasures the soul
prefers the human form leaving all other norms
little knowing that carried forward deeds
decide the fate in the upcoming birth
cleverly escaped is the God from all the blames
for all our miseries, sufferings and traumas
Beautiful poem..the last two lines very well expressed..Loved the way you presented it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poet seems to have uncovered the secret of human birth. Nice poem. Thank you.