Samsara
- drsarojsalelkar
- Dec 27, 2023
- 1 min read
The one born to a womb of a mother Ought to die one day As the soul moves from one form to another
The universe weaves it’s massive web Creating deep bonds and ties for The one born to a womb of a mother
Passing through the agony of birth The untruth of life and truth of death The soul moves from one form to another
Carrying with it the fruits of actions, inactions Setting the stage for yet another entrance for The one born to the womb of a mother
Womb after womb, life after life The cycle continues endlessly The soul moves from one form to another
Unless a divine intervention Breaks the loop and sets free the chains of The one born to the womb of a mother The soul moves from one form to another
In response to W3Prompt#87- Villanelle
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