YOUR PLANS HE SCANS

Most judge their life span by the age they are at

They keep forgetting that, it is in his hand the bat

They talk as if they have endless years in hand

When life will slip out , like from hands grain of sands

If everyone they keep pushing and cannot give time

Would love to know where their time is utilized prime

Yes we work to earn , got to quench our family’s need

But when souls want to feed they are treated as garden weed

Hey! How much do you need and what for do you need

Are you earning in one birth, your ten generation’s greed

When you go, nothing you will take, you know

Leave the next generation to reap as per what they sow

For only that will happen what is destined to happen

Your stored wealth might get stolen and your spirit dampen

Feed your soul and the souls around who crave you

Give some time when they need and not for future, them shoo

When his bat will strike you , no money can put it away

This is the rule of life and remember the master striker who plays

You still have time to change your ways

In a moment of time, your world might sway.

22/06/22

India.