The most of humanity is dead.
Rotting, stinking, and smelling.
What is needed is a simple bath.
Not the physical one,
That is mostly to show-off presentation.
A mental bath.
A spiritual bath.
Shattering your beliefs,
Freedom from prejudices,
Freedom from shackles of religious drama,
Is what consists the mental bath.
For without a mental bath,
Gives birth to superstition,
Hatefulness for beauty,
Hoard of sheep following,
Birth of politics.
Conflict from creation.
Meditating for shattering tendencies,
Creating for channelizing energy,
Mindfulness for burying past the dead,
Devotion for ease in life,
And surrender to dance in flow of life,
Is what consists the spiritual bath.
For without a spiritual bath,
Sun without bright,
Candle without light,
Eyes without sight,
Humanity dying in night.
P.S: Thank you and deep gratitude for reading my poems. It’s a newly discovered talent in me, maybe not rhyming and good enough, but I found poetry is the best medium to express our emotions. And that’s the reason I started writing them, it frees up my mind, relaxes me, and the creative expression is deeply fulfilling. I mostly write with my feelings and experience, and not to fill the word limit, so have to include these lines in every poem as they are shorter than one one-fifty words to publish. Accept my gratitude (although I don’t have much).
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