Nothing is borne out of the dead
Gold cannot be made out of lead
Once the sparrow of soul flits away
the body becomes the food of worms
Bones are rendered into phosphoric dust
Like a dead sperm a dead person is
One can’t reproduce the other can’t reincarnate
You only live once…for a moment only
Death ends the strife of life
You are gone for ever, where? No one knows
No one has come back from the valley of Death
To tell you stories and augur new birth
Soul is sublime, a food for the cosmos
This terrestrial life is just a cage
Once it’s broken all is gone
Try out your doubt by captivating a bird
In a cage and then opening its door
The bird will fly away like a soul
Where? you can’t tell for sure
Bad for the cage, useless without open door
Ill-fated to rot and scrapped
Like the skin of a fruit the body is
when the fruit is done the skin goes waste
Life too is a composite of body and soul
One is to perish the other meet with the cosmos
Re-incarnation is but an assumption
a tell-tale story to banter about
When the soul packs off all ends
Dust to dust is all that remains.