How many more deaths must I die?
How many more lives must I live?
How many more dreams must I see?
How many more MEs must I be?
Body, mind, soul or spirit,
Why must I be trapped endlessly?
Isn't my creation the best ever?
If I am so then why is He?
Why is He unseen to me,
Why's He the greatest mystery?
In the mind my friend says He exists,
Then, after my last sleep where is He?
He is the ocean and I the drop,
Seen and unseen in one being be,
Isn't that what my Creator meant,
When he told all to worship me?