Life on this Earth is very brief
We get mirth as well as grief
For this Cosmos God is the chief
He knows when to give relief

He puts soul into the body
To watch He is ever ready
He at last gives a remedy
Occur tragedy and comedy

He controls the entire Cosmos
He is truly the exclusive boss
He is in charge of profit and loss
Inscrutable are His Divine laws

He exercises fullest control
In the placement of soul
None knows His ultimate goal
He gives to every soul a role

Surely we can end an ant
Or destroy a helping plant
Or a mantra we can chant
Alms to the poor we can grant

Our freedom is wisely restricted
Actions are by our will effected
Noble souls are by God protected
Truth is by Him perfectly detected

The smallest creature also moves
Soul is there it strongly proves
In this way our doubts God removes
Our trust in God like this improves

Death makes the soul exit
Birth helps the soul visit
To live God will permit
Its need, end will submit

What pleasure God derives?
Why a soul here arrives?
Why God creates lives?
Why forever nothing survives?

Answers can surely be one day found
But, a soul must reach the burial ground
Its body must never at all move around
Great revelations will come to astound.

M V VENKATARAMAN