I heard - Vir Bhadra Pant
I heard everything grows on earth..
Then why not I?
Am I not a living being..
To breathe and to take birth?
I heard he takes everyone to his hand..
Then why not I?
Am I not made up of clay..
To take birth on this land?
I heard he punishes for our sins..
Then why not I?
Am I dead or alive..
So what does this life means?
I heard he loves from north to south also from west to east..
Then why not I?
Am I not have a beating heart..
To be loved by some one at least?
I heard he loves till infinite universe..
Then why not I?
Am I not occupying space..
To become someone's crush?
I heard he takes all tears and cry..
Then why not I?
Am I not contain soul inside..
To get at least one more try?
I heard he forgives for his glory and grace..
Then why not I?
Am I not have physical existence..
To be hold by someone's brace?
I heard he is truth not a myth..
Then why not I?
Am I really don't exist..
To suffer till verge of death?
I heard he supersets all our squares and cones..
Then why not I?
Am I not a living creature..
Made up of flesh and bones?
I heard he is always present within..
Then why not I?
Am I not a living machine..
To feel and to breath the air in?
I heard he takes everyone to his place..
Then why not I?
Am I not dead enough..
To be burnt in smoke and ash?
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