By Gopal Radhakrishnan
The chime of the temple bells signified the end of another day.
As the orange glow of the sun slowly melted away.
Into the peace of dusk and the mournful singing of the trush.
The chirp of the cricket and the croaking of the frog pierced the stillness in the air.
And one could just about hear the painful sigh of the souls despair longing for release from being entrapped in the body for years.
Having no real existence of its own.
There really was no point of tears as it's ones karma the scriptures say but difficult to comprehend nature's law on how she is going to play.
Oh slave liberate yourself.
Where are you and where is your home my dear.
Struggle and you will be liberated in this lifetime have no fear.