How Similar Our Life Is When Compared To A Rice Grain Poem by M. Asim Nehal

Rice stirs and steams in a boiler,
does it not reflect the life of humans?

From murky, thick, and hazy waters,
we persist like a grain of rice.

We burst free from the cover of the care,
and face the harsh truth of the world.

As we flourish in the midst of struggle and muck,
and comes out from the depth like the rice does.

Boiling in the kettle of fate and keeping patience,
this is what life demands to simmer and soften.

Just as rice transforms, so do we,
cooking our path to what will be.

Each grain has a specific purpose so true,
and they come together as we should do.

Our lives unroll from pot to plate,
seasoned with both hot and cold slate.

The sweltering heat of trials, a searing feat,
refining our souls for a delectable treat.

We discover ourselves in the kitchen of worth
blending flavours to make our own birth.

Though the ground and the path differ,
yet we both have the similar ending.