the mortal

like farmers existence on heavy toil

extracting the life out of the soil

the Almighty too carves the figure

magically add life to it and deliver

the creatures remain awake in clay

till its strength dies down one fine day

and gets converted to the same soil again

and sends it back to the original domain

what do we really boast for in this life?

what is the reason for our modern strife?

the body is mortal and it will collapse

let’s try to at least save the soul perhaps