The Creator while evolving the Universe didn’t think even once, as to whether there would be man or woman, the rich or poor, the black or white, the tall or
short, the language of English or mystical Sanskrit,
THEN WHO THE HELL WERE YOU TO DISCRIMINATE, ATTACH
BASELESS VALUES TO SOCIETY AND CASTE, RIP APART THE
ENTIRE HUMAN KIND INTO SEGMENTS OF DIFFERENT COLOR?
48. HE WHO IS AFRAID OF DEATH
He who is afraid of stark darkness; is never accepted by brilliant daylight,
He who is afraid of inexplicable pain; is never accepted by perennial joy,
He who is afraid of barbaric betrayal; is never accepted by passionate fantasy and sizzling romance,
He who is afraid of fulminating lava and blistering heat; is never accepted by rosy winter with moist ice cascading freely from the skies,
He who is afraid of an ocean of augmenting tears; is never accepted by amicable smiles,
He who is afraid of the fathomless expanse of a yawn; is never accepted by boisterous energy,
He who is afraid of profound emptiness and more than a million hours of boredom creeping in; is never accepted by flowing time,
He who is afraid of ghastly accidents occurring uncannily on the streets; is never accepted by electric paced race,
He who is afraid of overwhelming work and rivers of perspiration dribbling out; is never accepted by frolic play,
He who is afraid of ghosts and appalling horror; is never accepted by the stupendous angel,
He who is afraid of blatant lies; is never accepted by the definitions of impeccable truth,
He who is afraid of abashing abuse and an armory of unheard expletives; is never accepted by the sweet melody in sound,
He who is afraid of the blanket cover of horrendous black; is never accepted by sparkling white,
He who is afraid of scorching thirst; is never accepted by gushing rivers of white water,
He who is afraid of licentious desires and the chapter of procreation; is never accepted by the domains of any religion,
He who is afraid of violent whirlpools and tumultuous storms; is never accepted
by the pleasant evening,
He who is afraid of the hissing reptile; is never accepted by the chimneys of glittering gold,
He who is afraid of crumbling in shambles on the ground; is never accepted by the twin pair of robust legs,
He who is afraid of wholesome silence; is never accepted by the virtue of eloquent speech,
He who is afraid of clusters of hideous fungus; is never accepted by the rubicund fruit,
He who is afraid of tyrannical slavery; is never accepted by the royal
and stupendously embellished throne,
He who is afraid of indiscriminate massacre and bloodshed; is never accepted by immortal laughter,
He who is afraid of decaying stench and dilapidated cobweb; is never accepted by
the incredulously fragrant rose,
He who is afraid of the new born infant; is never accepted by the prudently sagacious adult,
He who is afraid of undulating and harsh sands of the desert; is never accepted
by pure satiny silk,
He who is afraid of infinite shards of broken glass; is never accepted by
the handsomely scintillating mirror,
He who is afraid of unprecedented starvation; is never accepted by ravishing
morsels of tantalizing food,
He who is afraid of mind boggling enigmas; is never accepted by the perfectly synchronized solution,
He who is afraid of the unsurpassable depth of the valley; is never accepted by the plain terrain and rustic roads,
He who is afraid of the rotten pile of disparaging garbage; is never accepted by the sacrosanct and holy Ganges,
He who is afraid of the colossal and pugnacious battlefield; is never accepted by
the apostle of peace,
He who is afraid of stringently blaring music and an ambience of wandering wolves; is never accepted by the pious temple,
He who is afraid of the devil and the towering giant; is never accepted by the Omnipotent creator,
And he who is afraid of death and the morbid silhouette of corpse; is never
accepted by mesmerizing life.
The End .
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