Inner Realm - No Death No Escaped Comments

The birds with twittering orchestra and beasts with silent sweetness, The air and water with motile sound of fast growing trees, Life was no less than a dream.

The lightning stroke in each drop of blood with thoughtless aura of nonentity, The joy of living without past and future.

The calm winter and pensive spring, The thunderstorms with black cloud in monsoon

The forlorn field with wild burgeon With lifting wind often and on, The calm winter and pensive spring

The dew-fed days and wild imitation of crystal blindness, The indifferent morning and the Virgin smell of fragrant flowers and brisk afternoon, The Sun from slanting clouds winked with manifold dreams

In this dead world among dead people and with dying mind life is no less than agony where death delays to fall upon the chest...