What Is Life Poem by Ravi Kopra

What is life
But an orderly assembly of elements

What is death
But disintegration of the same assembly of elements

Out of dust comes life
Into dust goes life

The cycle completes over and over
Hindus say it goes on for eighty four million times

Before you are born man again
After becoming a snake, a snail, a donkey or a monkey

Based on your daily karma
But if you are a saint, you go straight to heaven

After you pass away. Heaven for some is wine and thirty two virgins
fountains and gardens, music and dance and hookahs, milk and sweet honey

Everything they can't have or are forbidden in this earthly world
except few women in marriage - divorced, widows, cousins or the stolen ones

Life in heaven is divine
You are not born, nor you die

You ascend there not by stairs, escalators, rockets, planes, fairies or angels
Your soul carries you there in a tiny tiny bundle in a matter of a second of time

If you happen to be a chosen one or you say you are the one
You fly there on a white stallion with lofty wings in no time

Only on this earthly world made of dust
Atoms are turning into molecules, molecules into blocks of life

And what makes them come into life
Is love. Love and lust combined.