A man dies by eating food contaminated of poison,
He actually enforced to eat,
By rivals,
And dies,
What's his fault?
He wanted to spread the word of God,
He pays his life to make others enlighten,
But,
He doesn't become famous,
Like Jesus Or Buddhas,
Why?
He was a tiny star in billions of billions,
No one cares of tiny lights,
But he dies,
Leaving this on you to think.
Now,
A soldier dies by a bullet,
From his rivals,
Why?
Because he was saving his borders,
Which borders?
And from whom?
From them who are also standing on their borders,
To save them,
But they all will die in same way one day,
Are they really saving borders?
Or killing each other?
Why?
Is our life worth of it?
Leaving this too on you to think.
I say,
If God is there,
There is no need of preachers,
There is no need of soldiers,
And if world is there,
It is saved by itself,
It's it's property,
And I am the visitor of the house,
I have lot to say about,
But,
To whom,
To me or to you,
Obviously,
It's to me,
Because,
Who wants to be enlighten,
It's me.
© Krishna Katyayan 2019
