Souls Truth

There was a man of double deed,Who sowed his garden full of seed;When the seed began to grow,'Twas like a garden full of snow ;When the snow began to melt,'Twas like a ship without a belt ;When the ship began to sail,'Twas like a bird without a tail ;When the bird began to fly,'T was like an eagle in the sky;When the sky began to roar,'Twas like a lion at my door ;When my door began to crack,'Twas like a stick across my back;When my back began to smart,'Twas like a penknife in my heart;And my heart began to bleed,'Twas death, and death, and death indeed.

[28/04, 17:15] Rajiv Sir: The man of double deed is every man. We all plant our seeds, the seeds grow, the garden gets bigger, our life turns and twists, and then something happens. We realise there is a danger approaching. The man who plants the seed of life is also planting his death.