Accidents happen as we drop things from our hand
So it can happen to anyone
A life is lost in different ways
But let's not ponder about it
Or even wonder about what went wrong!
Their journey is over in this world
Let's cherish the nice time we had
So they are on their trip to explore other realms
Sometimes our body - the residence of our soul
Is worn out like a torn shirt
And the act of shedding the shirt is called death
Our soul like the Hermit crab
Grabs another to fit suitably if needed
Or otherwise merges with the Supreme!
Death is only a passport to the other world
It is our friend and not our foe
For it helps us to go up the ladder of our soul's life!
10/23/2008
