NOTHING WAS PERFECT IN LIFE!

Reality and idealism are like two banks of a river,

They always run parallel, but meet they will never;

Demands of reality compels to make a compromise,

Even most known saints have lived by this premise.


In a real or virtual world, people often wear masks,

So,discourses on moralitiy are meaningless talks.

What to say of a person, who willfully hides identity!

Claims of truth by this person, contains no certainty.


Wise men say that there was nothing perfect in life,

As truth and lies would always go side wise side;

Generally, in the public, people wear a mask of piety,

Invariably their acts are dictated by needs of reality.



Know this, for sure that life was a zero sum game,

One's deeds will fetch back either honour or shame:

Do unto others what one expects others must do,

For, good done to even enemy, one would never rue.



One's acts seed and nourish one's future wants,

For, one can not grow oranges on a lemon plant?

Before you expect your child to do good to you,

Must ask yourself if you did the same things, too?



Though everyone accepts the universality of God?

Yet humanity is, still, divided into religious forts?

Must not humanity become a necklace of religions?

Where each person is threded by a common vision.



The boat of truth is always anchored by nailed lies,

As a heap of jaggery attracts a bunch of humming flies;

Purity on its own always stands on slippery grounds,

To make attractive Jewellry, impuritiy in gold abounds.