Being a Soul

I wondered all day and night,

I found nothing alright.

People talked about heaven and hell,

This made me feel really unwell.

My parents were crying beside my corpse,

And my eyes were all in drops.

I asked God that why do men live when they have to die?

He replied that it shows that he lies.

I was puzzled whether I should be happy or sad,

For I was parted from my beloved which was really bad.

Oh! God why do people below are in panic?

Dear child because they spent their early life in manic.

Why don’t you come to solve their query?

My daughter there is always one inside your body.

I was all above the seven skies but I could hear my friends’ cries.

I questioned suddenly to god that what is life?

He retorted that it’s a battlefield. So we should always protect ourselves with the shield.

Lord! How can we make our lives sublime?

Child you can do it by acting in the given time.

I was free to fly which I wanted since young age but now I remembered my parents’ bondage.

Oh! Child don’t be upset,

You have enjoyed life now enjoy death!