A social carcass induced with life,
Sans atman any inside;
Amongst all critters’,
On born live die repeat ride.
It might be there evermore,
Would want flesh to adore;
‘Victor’y’s creation fragmented,
Alas! Cravings no less nor distinct.
His quest in him experimental,
But mere replication of truth within;
Of life or sorrows or longings,
None less carcass now sings.
No peace there Pole to Pole,
In ice nor with a desert rose;
A social carcass with no soul,
In mere born live die repeat cosmic role! 😕
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2021