The Eternal Sleep 3 Poem by Rajpal Singh

To get trapped in cycle of birth-death-row
My soul would emerge again in Life’s apt zone;
From amoeba, hydra, ant, bug or mosquito
My cycle would begin from any specie of Earth-zone.

My virtue if does overweigh my vicious deed,
Or if father gives ablutionary wash with divine spring,
I would incarnate below as a superior breed,
Or descend straight into life as human being.

Allah, Ram, or Christ to whom I worship then
Would be a choice of not mine, but of my birth-creed;
Different would be my attire & geographical mien,
My then faith may differ from what is imbued by present creed.

I may taunt then even at my own creed
Which is now dear to me indeed.
(continue reading……… to Eternal Sleep 4)