There once was a tiny anti-material particle Not reported in any regular news article Jiva was the name of this glowing entity Who somewhat lost purpose and identity
In its wanderlust it really liked to move Feeling as though life would then improve Yes, Jiva was up for travel far and wide A wish that absolutely could not be denied
The search was on with the gift to freely fly It looked about for directions in the sky The Moon, Sun, Saturn, and Mars Heavenly bodies including the stars
Discontented there, Jiva pondered the deep blue sea And took the dive to the lowest degree Made some peers, but defied predators It felt too oppressed with all the competitors
It was time now to see what Earth could offer Would life here be gentler and softer? "I think not," concluded Jiva, losing hope The pattern appeared a downward slope
Poor Jiva was running out of places Weary of bearing all too many faces Weary of wearing fur, feathers, and scales, Bodies of skin, fin, and long or short tails
Jiva thought hard on the current situation Perhaps pleasure is a dream's anticipation The place of origin was the actual paradise Convinced of home, Jiva u-turned and thought not twice
No comments:
Post a Comment