A Wasted Birth Poem by Vadakkumpurath Ramesan

At every sunset
The sun takes a day
From your life
And immense it
In the depth of ocean
You out of ignorance
Think firmly of infinite life
On this globe
To enjoy the music
The colors, the sweet fruits
But you ignore
The shadow behind you
That keep standing with you
That sit with you
That sleep with you
To discount your credit
That you get while at birth
The determined span
Of your term on Earth!
You eat for no concern
For others hunger
You expanded the contours
Of your dynasty
Failing to learn
That many seek
Little space to sit and sleep!
You meditate with pride
You give alms in disgust
You invoke the supreme soul
To shower much on you.
You fail to see
That God sleeps in rocks
God breaths in trees
God sings in birds!
You find not to see
That you are greedy
That you are Jealousy
That you are power-drunk
And merciless and ruthless!
On the day of reckoning
On the day of your exit
You will be led alone
To the eternal abode
Where you fail not
To read the absolute truth
That your deeds will determine
The judgment by supreme soul
Which you cannot alter
As you reap from the deeds!