There are so many painful scars all over me.
No sooner I touch them, I get whisked away
from the point of the scar.
I, the scars and pain are inseparable.
Thank God, I am still kicking.
A deer would not live
when overpowered by a tiger.
One beautiful creation of God
feasts on another harmless creature of God.
So, with the scar and the pain
I could well be dead.
But I have duties to perform.
I have things to achieve.
So, with a lot of effort
I still manage to put my soul and body together.
Let God achieve perfection
through my failures.
I shall not rant as the deer moans
in the grips of the tiger.
Death too has a purpose.
And the purpose of every living entity
is to fulfill the wishes
of the power that is there.
