The Meaning Of Life
One day, while walking in the park,
I met an old man sitting on a bench,
looking up at the blue sky.
I sat next to him. He looked at me
Like I was his son or a friend.
Why do you look at the sky? I asked.
His wrinkles smiled.
The sky, he said, has been here
since before I was born.
And the moon, and the clouds, and the stars
are beautiful to me.
Then he looked at the huge tree on his right,
a bird sitting on the trunk, twittering.
He listened merrily and happily
And he said...this bird is free
It jumps from trunk to trunk
It goes from land to land
It eats food for free
I listened to his humble talk.
Stunned and enchanted by his story
His simple truth ran
through the chapters of my life.
The truth is simple, he said.
No one can reject or forbid.
Life is to live without hate or greed
With others on this grand planet
We live under one sky
We walk on the same sand
We breathe the same air
We eat the same food
We drink water from the same clouds
We share the same feelings
of passion and compassion.
Man! Come. Let us reason and reflect.
Life is a path to another life
We are walkers to another place.
We encounter many trials and tests.
Some we fail. Some we pass.
Step by step, we walk out our destiny.
Today or tomorrow, we will vanish,
after one or two generations.
So, why not laugh and dance?
Copyright © Jaffer Safwan | Year Posted 2014
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