Soul And Creation Poem by Somanathan Iyer

Numbering lakhs eighty four
dwell species in this creation
beit a worm or be it an insect
be it a bird or be it a fly
be it a reptile or be it a parasite
be it an animal or be it a human
be it water based or be it land based
billions of souls take their refuge
in any of the above forms without a choice
no one knows what for they come
where they go no one knows
recur this process for years unknown
till the soul reaches its salvation