To A Little Mouse Poem by Pushkar Bisht

To A Little Mouse



The mouse has gone away from this world,
But he will come soon in some other form
To live his life,
I'll not be able to see the little one,
Because his presence won't remain there now

When my mother woke up in the morning,
She saw the little creature,
Struggling for his life
In the broom,
My mother said to me,
He was lying dead,
But he had a little breath to breath his last,
He died trembling after a while,
And my heart cried for him at last.

I have lost him forever,
Now I feel sorry for him
I pray for him,
May his soul rest in peace
And God Bless him for his next life.

Sunday, April 12, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: feelings
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dr Pintu Mahakul 12 April 2020

Definitely God will bless this soul wearing mouse body who has left this mortal world. I am surprised to find your quality and belief that you believe in re-birth. This concept is very natural and like other natural laws this properly works.

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Dr Pintu Mahakul 12 April 2020

Little mouse has still broader dream. Mouse also takes birth and dies. But soul leaves the body and does not die. Soul incarnates. Soul driving the mouse body will definitely incarnate. We are Bharatiya People and being Adi-Sanatani people, we believe in re-birth. Every soul wearing the dress (body) plays his part in this world drama wheel. And little mouse also plays. Here we are united and here we are separated. Separation gives us pain.

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