Fear of loss bemoans your mind
Security, solace; you don’t find
Fear of a grievous hurt,
From ghastly beasts, raptiles, spurt.
All, but, evolve from the belief,
That your body is; your own.
Realisation, when comes, gives a relief;
Your body belongs to the world
And that you are only caretaker
Dedicate your efforts, you body
To His service; to His humanity
And you achieve the spiritual bliss,
Your mind; a perfect sanity.
The Creator of the human race
You can find in everyone’s face.
