The young one’s sighs; the mother’s tears,
The father’s cries; the old man’s fears.
Suffering - Oh it I can’t take;
But suffering - Oh! It is here to stay!
Buddha said desire’s the vice;
For Mohammed - a way to Paradise,
The Hindu says : Karma!
Maybe the next life’s not so dire.
The young bride lifts her head,
Lying on her wedding bed.
‘Tis here that her dreams will rust;
The bridegroom has turned to dust.
If desire; then no end to pain,
Not to desire is a desire again!
If Paradise it will assure:
Give me more! Give me more!
The little girl cries; lets out a sigh,
The cancer has spread; death is nigh.
Her body hurts with her every move;
But Mother’s heart aches much more!
If this is life, then kill me; Arise.
You may just send me to Paradise!
Or to peace that the next life hosts,
The Christian tells me it’s a hoax!
The father – Oh so loud he cried;
His young son had just died.
Oh! Had the killer not stabbed twice,
His hope in old age would have survived!
Life doesn’t end here; there’s eternity.
Suffer you have to; a fallen world’s not the best.
A few years on this side, on the other - infinity!
Live here as you ought to, and focus on the next.
For maybe there is purpose and form;
To all the suffering that you have borne.
Maybe it wasn’t because of what you had done,
Maybe there’s a reason one cannot fathom!
One day will I it fully understand;
When in front of my Master I stand!
Then it will all make perfect sense I know;
Things now am too naïve to comprehend!
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