Everyday, I born anew,
Everyday, is a start afresh,
The older parts of ‘'myself'' are shed,
The newer ones are born in lieu,
The essence of my breed lurks,
Between extremities undefined,
Good and evil are always there,
The harmony? or what you choose perks,
Evolution of soul is a perpetual enterprise,
Since forever, man is transitory,
Sometimes elevating, at others falling,
This vacillation is by all means a surprise,
For what you choose and wish to be,
Is not always what you eventually become,
The seed of "self "may not follow the sun,
And may grow freely, where its in glee..
IQRA.
A nice poetic imagination, Iqra. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
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The entire universe is going through the evolution, the question arises is it this universe the same that its creator wanted it be or the creator has made it free to be evolved according to its freewill. I recollect two lines from Mir Taqui Mir حسرت ہے روبرو نہ کریں حشر میں مجھے کتنے میرے سوال ہیں جن کا نہیں جواب
khoob kaha sir. indeed we never know what exactly did the Lord intend creating so many conflicts within one person. Thanks a million for reading.