Certain religionic philosophies say:
The life is like a drop of water,
On a petal that is oscillating,
In the waters of a flowing river.
When the drop will merge,
Into the waters, nobody knows, however, vanish it will in a moment.
Nobody knew that millions would, Disappear in a fraction,
Of the span of our existence.
It is a nature's 'prakop', fury,
A solid slap on our ego,
That we are the superior,
Species on this Earth.
The tiniest and invisible 'lives' have,
Shown that we are powerless,
Meek, weakest, and 'dumbest fools', Despite our supreme intellect.
No 'gods' from anywhere or from,
The Universe have come and saved, the suffering and dying humans.
The millions of sounds from,
The thousands of bells have,
Not reached these,
'Lords' of the heavens.
Or, are they also quarantined,
Like, the humanity on this planet?
We are too egoist, too much ritualistic, Beyond any value-additon,
We depend too much on faith.
Often it is blind,
Not based on any principles,
Of science or rational thinking.
The humanitarian-thought seems,
To have taken a back-stage,
And we are searching adhoc solutions,
To our sufferings,
With no reach to anywhere,
We become hapeless, and helpless.
We have spent thousands and,
Thousands of years in sundry things,
Fruitless argumentation, and,
Dividing people on the basis of,
Castes, creeds, and religions,
Divided we lose the strengths,
And our solid basis of existence.
Never ever, we really concentrated on,
Total attention, full affection,
Unconditional care, divine kindness,
And universal love for our own,
Brethren and humanity at large.
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