It’s the soul that matters…
Fables are they?
The sands of time
Sinking into an unending depth since time unknown
Has there ever been a fist closed enough
To make them stay still?
But no one’s probably noticed that some grains stay
Its waters flowing endlessly,
The fountain of youth remains…
Water, it flows too, out of your grasp
Out in a way you cannot get each drop back
Have you noticed it wets your hands?
Because some of it stays
The land of Atlantis, Sphinx- like
Its mystery mysterious than ever…
Completely beyond the reach of human thought
Atlas bears the weight of the world we are in
Has anyone realized the hero he is and that we have him?
Because not all heroes are in Atlantis
As some of them stay
Change is the only constant they say
And evolution is the proof…
Spirits of dead men, their souls all around us
And we, struggling just like them
To find the key to unfathomable knowledge
Has evolution shown us the way?
Do you understand that it cannot?
Since evolution stays
It’s the seventh heaven, the utopia we always desired
And yet we pine for a moment of celebrated joy
We talk of Evolution of the world,
Why do we hide our souls in a coy?
This is Atlantis and the sands of time flow rhythmically
Out of the fountain of youth…
And when we’ll realize
That the metamorphosis of the soul is real Evolution
Then will be eighteen till we die…
And thus, the magic lies not in future always
But in the evolution of our souls…
Dhruv Kanodia|PGDM 2015-17