The Soul’s Struggle in the Cycle of Life: A Death Poem

In the battle of life, countless beings are entangled—
I am one among them.
In life’s endless wars, I, too, have tasted defeat many times.
Some live with a purpose, many wander without aim;
Some must be the baazigar—those who snatch victory from a losing game.
Some are brave warriors, some mere characters in a tale.
But where does this endless story find its end?

In this world, countless beings are fighting—
But when did this war even begin?
The struggle to survive, the fight to fulfil a dream,
The battle to fill one’s stomach—
Even those who sleep in grand palaces fight their own wars.
Life, driven by its own demands, keeps running from dawn to dusk—
Why don’t we ask when this relentless chase will end?

I have looked upon the world
And seen worry carved into every forehead.
Anxiety gnaws at everyone.
Death’s grand spectacle devours all.
In the war of life, I’ve seen the weary collapse,
The defeated surrender their game.
Who is the true baazigar here—the one who turns defeat into victory?
This endless play of winning and losing—
Who is the real player behind the curtain?

We drift upon the waves of life,
Diving for hope, gasping for breath.
But swimming is not easy, brother—
No raft, no oar, no true companion.
Everyone feels like a stranger.
Songs of joy and grief alike echo in the air;
Some say, “This is life.”
But have you ever wondered, my friend,
Why does this fate embrace all?

Death’s spectacle surrounds us.
Who here is unafraid?
Some fear losing, some fear living, some fear defeat.
We live under the shadow of fear—
This is the world’s truth.
Why does this drama of death go on?
Have you ever thought about it, my friend?

The skies burst with clouds, and floods sweep the land.
What is the value of human life
When thousands are swept away?
Some dreamt of palaces, some wished to be queens—
Yet earthquakes and tsunamis swallowed thousands, millions.
What is the worth of your dreams, brother?
Millions of dreams have turned to dust—
Have you ever asked their owners?

Tongues of fire lick the world;
Even the proud watch their dreams burn.
Those who built empires with arrogance
Have seen their visions crumble to ash.
Homes burn in the flames of conflict,
Villages and cities are scorched by communal hate.
Who cares for those who fanned these lies?
Only those whose dreams were broken
Truly feel the pain.
I have seen this world’s strife up close—
What can I say, my brother?
Is there any remedy for this madness?

Stories of enmity are etched into this land—
Heroes and villains play their roles,
Yet I cannot tell who is the hero and who the foe.
In times of need, even friends fall silent.
Without need, even the dead would speak.
I have seen the crowded world—
Who is a friend, who is an enemy?
This earth is unstable—
At any moment, anything can change.
Why does this death’s spectacle of death continue?
Has anyone thought of a way out?

The world reels under the weight of conflict.
Solutions are nowhere in sight.
Conflict covers every shore—
Some people revel in joy, others drown in grief.
Death’s frenzied dance spreads terror;
People cry out, “Mercy! Mercy!”
This suffering is ancient—
Some call it nature’s play,
Some say it is, but the ocean of existence,
A fleeting fair.

Height, depth, division, deceit—
Hypocrisy roars on all sides.
Truth is throttled; mob vengeance swells.
Life’s meaning shrinks to dust;
Some wander like the walking dead.
Corrupt politicians drag crowds behind them;
Warmongering leaders torment humanity.
Why do we not ask, my friend—
How long will this slaughter of humanity go on?

In the name of religion, sin thrives.
The streets are crowded with merchants of faith—
Blood, violence, plunder, barbarity.
Good people stay silent;
The world remains mute.
Human life is trampled, turned to ashes.
The walls of religion divide.
Governments draw their borders.
Some wear human faces,
But they are hollow within.

Political vengeance consumes the people.
Fear walks these streets.
Politics is a battlefield where the common man is crushed.
Lies weigh against lies;
Truth finds no place to rest.
In the politics of greed,
Only power matters.
In honest politics, there is no seat left.
Some peddle deceit; some broker fraud.

Some call themselves elite—
Showing off grandeur instead of true worth.
Some flaunt their wealth—
But who listens to the cries of the poor?
Here, money rules.
The penniless have no voice.
Some bully with riches;
Some boast hollow wisdom.

Some are in love with war—
The world writhes in its horror.
War’s ravenous, flame-tongued blaze
Holds the world in its grasp.
The feast of death spreads its shadow;
None can deny its truth.
Millions are born each day.
Hundreds of thousands—and even millions—meet their end.
What is the worth of life, my friend,
Without wisdom and true greatness?

Human life is priceless—
It will not come again.
After 8.4 million births,
We are given this one chance.
In one life, a king; in another, a subject.
In one, a wealthy merchant; in another, a poor person.
In one, mighty; in another, a wise sage.
From life to life, we reap the fruits of Karma—
This is the law of existence.

This endless play of birth and death—
The heart’s desires never cease.
Illusion makes us dance—
Now in grief, now in joy.
Bound by karma, trapped in the cycle,
The world cries “Alas!”
But what is the way out?
Think with a cool mind, my friend—
What is the true path to immortality?

1. Defeat and Victory in the Battle of Life: An In-Depth Analysis

In this earthly world, every human being has to fight with someone or something. From birth to death, a person has to go through different types of struggles. Rarely is anyone born with a silver spoon in their mouth. For some, life becomes very heavy. Is there anyone in this world who has never had a disagreement with someone or a conflict over some issue? Fights have spread into every corner of this world—whether it is a quarrel at home, a dispute within a country, or wars between nations. There is no place in this world where conflicts do not occur. Even animals and birds are seen fighting with one another.

My question is: for this mortal body and this mortal world, why is there so much fighting and commotion? As long as man remains trapped in these conflicts, there will always be defeats and victories. The real victory is when a person realises that one must abandon evil and walk towards goodness to attain immortality. When humanity attains immortality, this becomes the ultimate victory of human life and the true meaning of being human.

2. The Spectacle of Death: Why Are Humans Afraid?

There is always curiosity, fear, and countless questions in everyone’s mind regarding death. Different people have different beliefs about it. Since ancient times, humans have tried to conquer death. Many mythological events bear testimony to this. Even in the modern era, through scientific research, efforts have been made to defeat death. People adopt different methods to avoid it, but still, death is the ultimate truth.

Today, we see in this world that people die in various ways—due to natural disasters, religious violence, caste-based riots, mutual conflicts, and different types of diseases. And this death is always very painful. In this struggling world, an easy death is rare. Whether it is easy or painful, death is certain. So why die without doing anything?

According to Hindu scriptures, death belongs to the body, not the soul. The soul is described as immortal and eternal, and the departure of the soul from the body is called death. It is said that a person receives happiness or sorrow according to his deeds, and this applies even at the time of death. That is why Kabir Sahib said:

"When we were born, we cried, and the world laughed. Live in such a way that when we leave, we laugh, and the world cries."

3. The Struggle Between Religion and Irreligion: Challenges of Modern Society

The struggle between religion (dharma) and irreligion (adharma) has been going on since ancient times. And no solution has ever been found as to which one is truly victorious—religion or irreligion. Surprisingly, the truth is that in this world neither religion nor irreligion always wins. The reason is that in this world, every victorious one is sometimes religious and sometimes irreligious. In other words, only power wins in this world.

If in any battle the power of religion is greater, then religion becomes victorious. If the power of irreligion is greater, then irreligion wins. What matters is only strength. In today’s context, we see that various power groups exist all over the world, and due to their different ideologies, conflicts keep arising. Similarly, governments of different ideologies clash with one another, and even within one neighbourhood, people of different thoughts fight. This widespread situation has now become an obstacle in building a strong, virtuous, and enlightened society.

4. War and Politics: Why Is the Common Man Always the Victim?

War and politics are such games of society from which neither society nor country can ever escape. In every age and region, the dirty game of war and politics has been played, and in this game, it is the common people who suffer the most.

The powerful classes, to preserve their authority, use politics based on deceit—through conciliation, bribery, punishment, and division—discarding righteous principles. And in this, the greatest sufferers are always the common men. Until now, because of religious violence, wars, and dirty politics, many countries have already been ruined.

5. Karma and Rebirth: The Mystery of the Life Cycle

The theory of karma is one that is directly connected with religion. That is, justice, injustice, deceit, loyalty, friendship, wrong behaviour, right behaviour—all fall within the domain of religion. The results that one receives according to these deeds are called the theory of karma. There are two types of fruits in the theory of karma: the fruit of sinful actions and the fruit of virtuous actions.

And the soul has to bear both types of fruits. To experience these results, the soul is subjected to the theory of rebirth. According to Hindu scriptures, every soul keeps taking birth in 8.4 million life forms to experience the fruits of its sins and virtues. This continuous taking of different forms is called the cycle of life. That is why saints and great souls always inspire people to perform good deeds so that the soul may attain liberation.

6. Conclusion

The essence of all religions points only towards liberation (moksha). The traditions of attaining liberation may vary and may have right or wrong methods. People attempt different ways to free themselves from this cycle of rebirth, but without a true and proven method, the soul cannot attain liberation.

Being born as a human does not merely mean eating, drinking, and dying. To be human means: to know religion, to seek freedom from karma, to understand the true meaning of life, and to attain moksha. To be human means to attain knowledge and, by living a righteous life, depart from this world meaningfully.

In today’s world, quarrels and conflicting ideas are so widespread that a person becomes entangled and cannot understand what is right and what is wrong. As long as man remains engaged in worldly affairs and does not turn towards knowledge, the soul will continue its journey—moving from humans to various life forms. This journey will continue through pleasure and pain, profit and loss. God does not suffer any loss in this; it is the soul that suffers. And in this world, no soul is indispensable, because countless great souls have been born and have died.

That is why it is clearly said in the Bhagavad Gita:

"Here, no one is truly related to anyone, neither as family nor as kin. The soul alone bears the fruit of its deeds."

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