There is Life after Death
Not above or beneath as we think
But here again on earth. 
Life is a cycle 
Full of ancient sleeping souls
Those who fulfilled their slot
Do not rest; they come back to instruct and guide.
Those who went in pain and untimely come back, 
To protect themselves from prying eyes they take a new form and hide, 
Unhappy with their former lives they come again.
They live a fast paced life, 
Haven known the futility of time, 
Aggressively they chase their goal, 
Because they may not be sent this way again; 
Opportunity comes only once, 
This they know is not for the living alone.
Our past lives comes in streams of thought; dejavu, 
This feeling you have had before have you? 
We all are ancient souls, 
We die, again we seek our root.
All these I know; I know my steps before I fall, 
Because I have been here before.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    