Golden way to
Over and again
Human beings suffer from pain
As science has taught them to be non- believer
To remain unafraid and defy orders
How many divine souls descended on earth?
With various concepts and travelling forth
To all remote and desolate places
But found hostile people from all races
Some even tried to torture
And made them suffer
With insults and stone pelting
Yet like flowers, they smelt
The followers swelled
The path they adopted
Made great pass in hearts and mind
People could heave a sigh and turn kind
But these all happened
When their life was brought to an end
Their golden preaching still remained
As the golden way to attain moksha* or heaven
Moksha: heaven
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But these all happened When their life was brought to an end Their golden preaching still remained As the golden way to attain moksha* or heaven Moksha: heaven
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The journey on the golden way to Moksha is a dream of many but a reality for few. Thanks for the stirring share. Keep writing and responding to other posts. Jasneet Kaur,