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An inward-looking poignant poem by Harinder that evaluates the real meaning of life, exclusively for Different Truths.
You may think I am a strange bard As sometimes, to pen my thoughts I sit near a graveyard I see spirits floating all around Without making any noise or sound They don't care to look at me And I have all the privacy I see there is no jealousy there Perhaps they shunned it with their outer layer Their is no lust for money and power This happens when flesh lives in a tower No caste, no religion, no race, no creed There is no avarice, there is no greed There is no violence, there is no fight They have teeth that can't bite There is no desire, there is no crave I don't see a single soul fighting for a bigger grave.
Picture design, Anumita Roy, Different Truths
