Towards Nothing Poem by Abdulrazak Aralimatti

I praised a six months flower
And wondered about a dead leaf
I praised the dead dried insect
And was proud to behold it
It all earned me the title 'fool'.

From infancy to middle aged
And finally to nothing
No knowledge nor wisdom
No skills nor talent
No physical nor mental beauty
No pride nor honour
No one to praise nor glance
Nothing! Nothing! Nothing!

Better be interested in eternal
Rather than the mortal