Date 30.07.2004
Phoenix
Arising from dust, Buried in dust.
The outer is all but lust.
Where fulfilling obligations of life
Seems a must.
We run after it with such gust.
And much after acheiving nothing.
Fills us with disgust.
Losing all trust .
So much covered by lust.
The mind when wiped of all rust
An outlet is needed to burst.
The soul then emerges out .
Leaving the body in dust.
Entering again another being.
Who has risen from dust.
Phoenix
Arising from dust, Buried in dust.
The outer is all but lust.
Where fulfilling obligations of life
Seems a must.
We run after it with such gust.
And much after acheiving nothing.
Fills us with disgust.
Losing all trust .
So much covered by lust.
The mind when wiped of all rust
An outlet is needed to burst.
The soul then emerges out .
Leaving the body in dust.
Entering again another being.
Who has risen from dust.
So true for every soul on Earth. I loved this.
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