Past Lives
Incarnation and a better life,
Has always been a human strife,
Strange curiosity to excavate,
Living cool present, yet divagate,
Since age of three I yearned to fly,
Little sweet cuckoo I always spied,
Melody of voice I could imitate,
As an echo I could reciprocate ,
Birth of life, dying getting revived,
Closer look to soul came much alive,
I declared dead as life belied,
Watched dear ones in deep disguise,
Made me introspect, what's horoscope ?
A friend took me to a teller's grove,
He then showed me leaves of Bhrigu Samhita,
Three consecutive births on leaf of my chakra,
Mine and my parents' name to my surprise,
Centuries before how could he ever write ,
All was true, as if just for me to apprise,
Unbelievable a cuckoo in past, am I wise ?
Bygone are the precious past lives,
No bees, no honey, just empty hives,
History sometimes the best teacher ,
Can evolve into a top preacher !
Based on real personal happening.
Written on 26/6/14
Contest- Past lives
Sponsor- Carolyn Devonshire
* Maharishi Bhrigu in Treta yuga during Vedic period prepared a unique astrological horoscope where every human , born at any point of time - past, present or future can find his chakra according to date, time, place of birth.
And a collection of his such leaves is known as Samhita ( Hindi word means collection)
So Bhrigu Samhita has all of us with our past and future lives !
And of course present too , Infact it starts with present !
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