The Parrot - 3 Poem by C. P. Sharma

The soul seems to communicate
The pair of parrots came to my gate
For my coming out of room did wait
And the Immortality Story relate

The story was long, as you too know
About the garland of skulls, Shiva wore
Sati's new skills were added in each birth
The soulful thread them eternally adore

The substance of story lies in the fact
Sans duality the world doesn't exist
The one appears the other disappears
In fact, in duality lies the reality's twist.

Sans Shakti, Shiva is a corpse
Sans Siva, Shakti doesn't endorse
In duality each other reveal
Loving opposites, get good feel

Opposites ever attracted each other
The monotony of oneness break
Sore day's labor, night relieves
So, why do people for death grieve?

Death is a sort of homecoming
Once again feel free from sufferings
In it, once again, the eternity taste
Sans it, blissful soul seems waste

Life and death, the truth unfold
Else for the half truth, we are sold
Lovely is the struggle and strife
In diversity lies the spice of life