Dustings of the Heart

It is the soul inside one has to see, Is the soul happy? The body will perish, will decompose and decay But the soul remains unharmed, intact, to stay. Only selfish people cry, when their near ones die, What gain will the grief give, for a body perished? The crying is only to satisfy your selfish need To cover your insecurity, to know you are being missed. Come away from mean minded ness, Pray for the soul, it needs your assurance, That it can depart, it needs to take A journey, which you will never know. It is true; we are all bound in a tight rope, We will never leave this binding, Never leave anyone hanging, We are blinded, that is also true. It is so difficult, I managed to whisper, How can I not be attached? My family and some stranger How can I see as one and all? Take the words of a grieving mother, she said I am not talking wisdom, with my Stomach and hearts filled. These words are uttered by a lonely soul. You have to practice and practice hard, Life is not going to give you a second chance, Be always prepared, Do good to all, Your loved ones will get a windfall. We are born for a reason, Live for the same, We put together everything, not knowing We don’t even own a name. We work day and night, Take our loved ones for a ride, Earn money and fame, To feed this skin, flesh and mane. Treat all your loved ones, All are borrowed, from their Maker. He is the owner, you are the carrier Treat it, just like a Loan. After I kept the phone, I decided, I am never going to cry, for the departed I am never going to miss my mother How can I? When I just spoke to her.