An Eye-Opener

Shed not blood in the name of caste and creed

For the way of all flesh is one in the ultimate

Buried or burned, all find their way to Mother Earth

Why then, this vain tussle for ‘I’, ‘Me’ and ‘Mine’?

 

Diseases strike just any being, not by asking whether rich or poor

Floods and famines have no favourites, to provide against them, succour

Alike for all of mankind are life’s pains and pleasures

No matter his caste, race, colour or measure of treasures

 

No man is by his birth high or low 

His deeds in life do his status show

Waste not this precious gift of life in thoughts and actions, vain

Instead, reach out with love and laughter to those in misery & pain.

 

Death is an eye-opener to the undoubted Truth we are forced to confront 

That near & dear ones are deemed but ‘bodies’ once their breath is snuffed out

Unfortunate that all of life’s struggle is but for this mass of blood, bones and flesh

In satisfying its every want and whim, the more beautiful & eternal soul, we tarnish!