Life Is a Question To Me
Yesterday I put medicine to drive away cockroaches
While I threw all dead ones I asked myself
Is it not a sin?
But I can't let them thrive in my house!
Such questions often I ask,
Life is a question to me
Many a problems I have surmounted
Why this suffering led me to scriptures
They stated we suffer for our sins
But what is sin is a question to me
God will you please tell me?
Have come so far copying others
About right, wrong I am not very sure
I lead an ignorant life
Nothing is clearly given
What if all are wrong
My sins will surely mount!
Scriptures themselves are so ambiguous
Following them not easy
God will you tell me clearly
In simp!e words how to live perfectly?
Spiritual books state when sins end we get salvation
But how to end sins does some book say
In an easy and concise way?
I obey my conscience whenever it speaks
Still some problem or other creeps
Mind is rarely at peace
I am good even when others are bad
I try my best not to sin
Still my suffering doesn't cease!
Scriptures state it is last birth deeds
But there is no proof
Even God whom all praise
Does he exist is a question to me!
If he does why doesn't he show his face?
Why is he hiding himself?
What happens after death,
Nobody knows
Why is this kept a secret
another question to me!
My life, my actions
everything around is a question to me
Life is an unanswered question
Why there is so much mystery in life
Is biggest mystery to me
30.03.21
Copyright © Rama Balasubramanian | Year Posted 2021
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