We have come on this earth as players,
To play our different roles as winners,
Or pitiable losers.
Depending on our actions judicious,
Or utterly ludicrous.
And when life, full of ‘sound and fury’ is all done,
The decrepit body is weary and must leave for heaven,
Or hell when for the final bell is tolled,
So, have we learned or been told!
Go we must,
From dust return to dust,
But the most precious part of our being, our soul
Merges with the Supreme soul,
And depending on what we deserve, are born again,
In new bodies, again and again,
Unless we have reached the beatitude of Zen,
To be able to reside permanently up there, in heaven.
And why should we wish to live for eternity?
Life is full of strife and futility.
None can we for ever please,
However much we put them at ease.
But, a proper legacy we can leave,
The galaxy of poets or writers do their utmost best, believe,
The fretful fever of life to relieve,
To make it a better world, focusing on the beautiful,
The ethereal beauty around us soulful,
Preaching love, and humanity to us all.