The World Is Made For The Cunning Poem by Naseer Ahmed Nasir

The World Is Made For The Cunning

Rating: 4.2

Children innocently ask:
Where do the animals' souls go when they are dead?
Does the fish-soul leave the ocean?
And do the birds
Simply turn into branches of a tree?

Childern do not make concepts
They can't conceptualize
The philosophy of
Evolution and transmigration of souls
They don't know who was what in
previous incarnation
And what would one be in the next one
How would they know that the world
Is full of people
Who sup on innocent souls
Whether of animals or human beings! !

(Translated by Satyapal Anand)

Thursday, October 30, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: children,evolution,philosophy,reincarnation,souls
Duh Huh 05 July 2009

I totally agree with Elaine and Alison. All i can add is thank you so very much for sharing with us :)

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Yelena M. 23 March 2009

Brilliant in composition and a very touching and inspirational poem! It takes a lot of skill to put words down like this in translation. Best wishes. A.

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Vaibhav Pandey 13 February 2009

a great depth in this poem sir.....10 all the way

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Tom Golding 16 December 2008

Thoughtrul and thought provoking.

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Reshma Ramesh 21 November 2008

what thoughts.............well done.....

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