Man reproduces
God reincarnates
seeds germinates
souls transmigrates
what is in a Sperm?
what is in a Spirit?
Babies cry for food
Babies cry for love
Lust hankers for nest
Zest harbours rest.
When life is midway
have you started anyway?
When we are midlife
our kids ask us why us?
Every thought reincarnates consciousness
Every matter reincarnates energy sources
when man rapes, weeded out are orphans
when gods escape, churned out are seasons
who made passions
and then mansions?
who scaled Oceans
and then confusions?
Man reproduces
God reproduces toooooooooo
Every being
unto his own liking
Every being
multiplies its own looking
Man seeds
to litter kids
God designs
to better ends
What we desire
he provokes to sire
his own children
made of charms and auras
when out of man
moulds of mud and finished clay form
inside man delivers
frames of expanding energies
when the diving sperm connects
links of God signals
for his reincarnations
does he tools man's passions?
Are we Gods abnormal?
Super Gods reigning Invisible
Are we Pronouns?
Nouns encased in mediums undecipherable?
Humans are we puppets?
handled by unfathomable Cosmics
Are we Ceramics
potteries filled up to Eternity's Quest....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
an emotional n intellectual outburst in the form of questions n questions.....why so much of bitterness, dear....? ? ? Study of lord Krishan's Geeta might help you....just try it sincerely....