What is life?
By society’s rules, laws
Traditions, customs
And religious beliefs.
The infant born
Walks in conditioned paths
Paths fashioned by man
To mask his inner self
The wise man
Who says it’s sin to kill
To revenge and curse
And divine to forgive
Is the same fool
Who believes deep
In the existence of hell
Art is the artist’s identity
And no sincere artist
Wishes to destroy his art
Yet God in His heaven
Sits dumb and blind
When his art is killed
Is God an eccentric artist?
Who finds pleasure
In destroying his art.
When a little child
Can forget wrongs
Reconcile and forgive
Why not the great lord forgive
And take every art
To his home of bliss
Yet man foolishly believes
In hell and sin
How can the bud differentiate?
Between the breeze and the storm
When the tree himself is ignorant
Of what is right and wrong.
ANUSHA.U.R.
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16 yrs
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Published in the college magazine during my graduate years.
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