Soul has created so .. Din of dare man

The mighty god with all perfections, created the imperfected idiots , thats man. The mutineer of the endless nature..

The soul is a spirit living in a body, which will not die but the body will damage and the soul will go on forever..

The mighty has created so, someone happy from his birth and someone unhappy with his life but dont worry they become very well in the future..

The doings of the man to the nature will reflect back to the human as we say that punishment as the fait of the almighty..

My idol  is me, thats the enemy of the man whom is the din of the entire world..

The sun and moon gives light to us like truth in same path diminishing from the doings of the insolent man..

Care to baby when he as child and daunt to the strange baby, is there any souling human?..

Corpse of a man  will a credo of god, the man will be at a crisis at the end and will like crisp and enjoy..

The door at the hell will await only for the uncredible, cripple or the criminal man..

Shared the earth, shared the religion that's the man who kill each other by the diatribe..

Will alive the soul only when the future understood  the uncredible humans..

It's God to love god for hop of reward in this world but it is more better to love god for loves sake..

A man ought in this world is like a Lotus leaf which grows in water but is never moistened by water..

The soul was not created ,if it is created it must die but it is gone forever..

Man is a tiny boat in a Tempest raised one moment On the foamy crest and dashed down  into a yanwing charm the next..

There is no hope, no escape from the eyes of the mighty..

Matter matter every where matter,  matter is our servant not we the servant of matter..

Nature loves us but we do not give anything to them similarly I love Lord he is the almighty source of all beauty of all sublimity I love him The Almighty..

My throat thirst when the sun shines my legs shivered when the wind blows my tongue twistened when the rain rained..

My idol will punish when you die is it is superstition is the great enemy of man..

Man is sinking in the bigotry of religious issues of morality..

Here I stop the doings but I will not destroy I am stable in the entire Earth I the soul continuing forever......

Din of dare man...