INDEFINITE TO DEFINITE (POEM)
Every Person has a Good Heart, but somewhere inside even a Devil resides,
Every Person has a Saint Hood in the Soul, but somewhere at times, even Evil coincides.
The external surroundings changes the human nature rather,
Sometime he throws like a King,
Sometime seeks like a Beggar.
Sometimes he dance high with Happiness on the cloud nine,
At times he experience Sorrow and Extreme decline.
Every Human can die for his family and kids,
But who cares for them, if from this world he quits.
One goes to work with a hope of monitory victory,
Who knows on the day next if he comes on newspaper’s obituary.
The Person who has not earned Truth, Faith and Morality,
Problems, Sufferings and Tensions are somewhere his Destiny.
The Road to the Truth is difficult enough
Where hundreds and million people broke,
But in fact a Nice Sculpture is only built with Numerous Stroke.
The God on the top knows everyone’s Secret,
When travel to his Kingdom, May our Soul should never Regret.
Let’s try to be Pious at work and in Feel,
The Shattered Knots of life can only be opened, with our own Zeal.
Thanks
Ishpal Singh
(The Thoughts are orignally taken from a geet of Great Sufi Singer Satinder Sartaaj.) 
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