Fear of death was there..I dare to confess
But as the day's nearing, fear's going away
For no desire is bliss..truth is that today
Desireless march and that I like..I confess
No more speach on 'death's a journey to birth'
Nor any elegy on me when gone with death
Do not disturb me any more as next my path
Is no more birth or death but That in mirth
A great philosophical write about birth, death and man's desire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great philosophy has now again been put into black and white. This is the most revered Indian philosophy