There is Life after Death
Not above or beneath as we think
But here again on earth.
Life is a cycle
Full of ancient sleeping souls
Those who fulfilled their slot
Do not rest; they come back to instruct and guide.
Those who went in pain and untimely come back,
To protect themselves from prying eyes they take a new form and hide,
Unhappy with their former lives they come again.
They live a fast paced life,
Haven known the futility of time,
Aggressively they chase their goal,
Because they may not be sent this way again;
Opportunity comes only once,
This they know is not for the living alone.
Our past lives comes in streams of thought; dejavu,
This feeling you have had before have you?
We all are ancient souls,
We die, again we seek our root.
All these I know; I know my steps before I fall,
Because I have been here before.
Topic(s) of this poem: death,life,reincarnation