Myth And Truth Poem by Vadakkumpurath Ramesan

The body is from the nature
The body is useless when dead
The soul in the body cage escapes
And move either to inferno
Or to the paradiso
Or to the purgatory
As Dante told in Divina Comedia!

The body is like a broken
Pot or a beautiful doll
The body, the sculpture,
The idol or everything on earth
Are created and sustained
And ultimately converted
And sent to its abode
From where they came and lived!

Creation and destruction
Are the order the universe
Never violate or vitiate
But scrupulously follow.

Nothing is lost either
Anything is gained or created!
The death is the inevitable
The event that transform one
To another with no loss or gain!
The relations ceases
On death of a living
Or death of a non-living!

The loved ones abandon
The corpse or the broken idol
And leave to decay
Or to entrust the pyre-man
Or to the keeper of grave-yard!
A dead has no status
He has no place in the world
Of colours, music and dance.

He is loved by the fire
That kisses him and conceive him
To put him for re-birth
In the womb of any creature!
The soil in the grave yard
Slowly melt him to its heart

And the soil sprout
Him again to life
To begin afresh to do
The unending cycle
Still proving the world a myth!
The truth only known to God!