POETRY.

Mingle

In Its True Form.

The captive entity holds onto the form of life. In its animal journey, With Hunger, thirst, fear, and biological chills. Every desire, every hardship, every need, Wrapped in the constellation of worldly beings.

All the strange realities of the world, Tightens up, The being is looking for a light, Wandering in darkness and at ease.

Victory, defeat, joy, pain, hardship, greed, A mixture of feelings, Meaningless. In strangely small earth, compared to the Infinite end of the universe, The being became caged in a strange biological order.

In the game of light and shadow, Days pass by, and the night comes, And the next day roles again.

The continuous steps of life seem unattractive to the being, Tough and helpless forward paths mean nothing at last. The entity finally bids farewell to its earthly form.

Finally, a Soul starts traveling to mingle with the Creator.

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