Life. The lost soul

Two eyes of the same flesh looked into the would  of good and evil,
The vessel with water  was taken as an essence of life,the measure of time and the choice of reflection.
Pour or take,drink in one gulp or share with someone?
Calming evil with kind patience,restoring its original purity to fill the world with kindness that can unite the desperate,giving good luck an intention .

The mischievous  child defended his rights like a curious chicken who does not know  the measure of satisfaction.
And the transformation of spiritual warmth into love fills the genes with self-aspiration.
Where the punishment  is a whip,there are no shackles of trust,
And the strictness  of communication can sometimes  be a burning match ,turns  a gentle  child into Satan.

The endless friction of evil with good,if it doesn not turn into good it can destroy  family  relations as a whole .
Where is the edge that will not break the soul,will not lead the heart into a fiery trap?
Having closed,withdrawn in the soul and not knowing  the joy of warmth,
one has not received  a single sip  of goodness will  not be able to love .

And with a necklace  of Vedas dotting the sky ,looking  out the window and making a mind,
In dreams ,drawing a day  unable to touch  the  Vedas  of happiness,
Forever branded with sadness,and in anticipation of tender  praise  for himself,
He runs away  no longer  believes in the taste of pray.