While soul leaves his own body,
People say this body is a cadaver,
They gossip and relatives cry,
Attachment and detachment fight.
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Illusion covers all the matters and captures us. But each material thing is destructible. We should stay away from this and practice God’s wisdom. We have to realize the nothingness.
Nothingness to something and from something to nothingness it seems to very magical in the way of perception. Nature is wonderful and you have captured the right thing.
A very meaningful write about life and death. So very true.We take nothing along with us. Brilliantly penned.10++++
True. It is hard to imagine what was before we were born, and what would be left after we are gone. Either ways, a life lived is a life lived. A beautiful poem Mr Mahakul. Thanks for sharing.
We take nothing that is material with us. The soul has no need of such things. Thank you Kumarmani.
This is a poem that speaks of impermanence of the body. Once the soul leaves the body, of what use is it? It is important to reflect on death while you live. Kumarmani ji, this is a well written poem that speaks the truth.
Poem like this only can be done with delicate heart and deep mind, beautiful work dear
While the soul leaves his or her own body! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
An interesting philosophical view abut the passage from life to death.Very well written!
That we have knowledge can give us great insights. It can also, as your glorious words suggest, condemn us to a fate that perhaps we all wish might be avoided. Very moving, brilliant poem, Kumarmani.
Illusion covers veil over all matters, Material things attract frequently, But reality with change warns us/Destruction turns development into dust......I find a precious message here! A highly philosophical and motivational poem! Thanks dear sir for sharing...10
Nothingness indeed. You couldn't have pained it more palpable Sir. Life offers nothing and takes away everything. It is hollow and delusional. Soul... body... cadaver...illusion....confusion....development into dust....Sir here is my rating.10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Sometimes I think intelligence is a curse- the animals do not fret about death and what happens after death. Even so, we a reasoning creature and as such we wonder and pursue theories and sometimes cannot see the truth before our face... very deep-thinking is created by this poem. Well done. 10
Curse of knowledge, or doom to knowing. It is both a curse and strictly speaking, a blessing- though one falls short of words to explain how.
A well crafted poem Sir Kumar. You have captured the essence of death. When death comes soul leaves the body.10
An excellent philosophical poem dear poet.. loved it