If you give a child the Gita he will grow up to be a good Hindu
If you give a child the Quran he will grow up to be a good Muslim
If you give a child the Bible he will grow up to be a good Christian
If you give a child the Talmud he will grow up to be a good Jew
If you give a child the Tipitaka he will grow up to be a good Buddhist
If you give a child all the holy books and scriptures in the world what will he become?
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What If All The Mirrors Lied?
What if all the mirrors lied?
If they had something to hide?
Then you are not what you see
The truth is on the other side
Just Put Up A Smile
When you’re blue and feeling down
All the worries of the town
Are dancing atop your head
Don’t you fret no don’t you dread
For I’ve got a perfect cure
To help you through this mess
It will help you that’s for sure
So relax and don’t you stress
Though it may not be your style
Just put up a smile
Your rotten luck is grinning on you
Your heart is aching ain’t that true?
Nothing seems to go your way
It’s even worse than yesterday
Well you’ve tried all that you can
You’ve worked hard that’s clear to see
You don’t have another plan
So for now have faith in me
Every once in a little while
Just put up a smile
Sadness Is Your Shadow
Sadness is your shadow
Waiting for a little spark
To rear its ugly head
And follow you everywhere
It engulfs you
It never leaves your side
How futile your means to escape!
You are the light
The light from which it is born
Nothing may be faster than light
But it isn’t any slower
Let it do its things
It can only do so much
Wherever there is light
There will be a shadow
Sadness is inferior to you
It is a mere reflection
You are the supreme being
Keep shining!
Your Age
Your age is not on your skin
Your wrinkles tell a lie
Your coughs and aches cannot reveal
The time that has flown by
The colour of your hair can’t tell
Whether you’re young or old
Some people have misconceptions
Unaware of truth I’m told
Your baggy eyes, your tasteless tongue
Your weak, unreceptive ears
Are not the right points of reference
How do they know the years?
Your body is caught in a massive scam
It unwittingly plays a part
The only one that knows your age
Is the soulful beating of your heart
A Game Of Chess
This is a game of chess
You’re my queen so highly priced
But to save myself, my love
You will be sacrificed
I Left The Window Open And Fears Came Rushing In
I left the window open
And fears came rushing in
Some I inhaled while
Some settled on my skin
On my skin they formed
Red and quite tiny moles
Burning with every scratch
Excruciating holes
Yet these tiny moles
Relatively safer ride
The fears I inhaled
Were eating me inside
Don’t Plant A Seed Of Question
Don’t plant a seed of question
In your head — it’s a suggestion
It will kill
All you feel
With no affection
Go plant a seed of belief
Give your head a little relief
For your time
Oh your time
Is very brief
I Wonder What Kind Of Monsters Dwell
I wonder what kind of monsters dwell
In each and every young heart’s cell
Is pain and ache their only fodder?
Or they simply love disorder?
I Wish My Heart Was Made Of Stone
I wish my heart was made of stone
Then love for me would be unknown
No joy or hope could pierce my walls
No grief could place me on its throne
Frank Solanki 