A thought to ponder.
“What is this life?” If you wish to know it more
It’s the fruit of the seed you sowed, in your life before
Live everyday to be meaningful and of help to others
You would then realize nothing else matters.
Great saints are born and reborn again
To cleanse more hearts and then to train
The sinned, the evil souls, every where
Freeing them from the sins, they sinned earlier.
Like the river that never stops untill it reaches the seas
Time stops for none till your existence on this world does cease
The sea then sways to the tune of the tide
The end is coming near and there is nowhere to hide.
Ain’t it never, never too late
To make amends of whatever, you regret
Mean no harm to any sentient beings
For they are also Gods creation and they do have feelings.
I ain’t no philosopher and I ain’t no saint
And for all the sins I’ve committed, I’ve begun to repent
Be a man, a God fearing human
For you were created by him, when the world began.
(2015)
