The Wheel Poem by Chan Mongol

THE WHEEL


God is pictured as a human by everybody;

But not by me and so, they don't like me.

The truth is hidden, remains as a mystery;

And I am not hypnotized by any prophecy!

God never spoke anytime, to anyone;

To bring God to close deals is a religion!

Religions, constitutions tried to wash and clean;

But they failed to honestly clean our sin!

There are lifeless things as sources of power;

We named them as soil, fire, air, water.

Together, all run the cycling process;

To run the wheel from 0 to 0 is their business.

Neither God or his agents got any life;

Our births and deaths they are to drive.

In the wheel of life, we travel life to death;

The wheel of life is only
Philosophy and path!