in the silence of the heart
there is trepidations
a fear unknown.
a despair in every voice.
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Two things are very difficult to do in this mundane world,1-To get out of greed and attachment and 2-To realise life is very short and no one can carry all his belongings and wealth with him.Thus, this mad race.A striking poem, creates foceful and lasting imact. RATNAKAR ROUT
Deep down we know that even time is illusion, where appearance and disappearance of units take place, yes, the time is running out in a symbolic sense and yet who can stop the powerful magnatic pull of matter, only those who are awakened to the call of spirit and know the art of detachment. A thought provoking write, ritty, thanks for sharing!
Since Indira has commented about the second half, I would like to comment on the first stanza mainly! THIS FEAR OF THE UNKNOW IS REGARDED BY MANY AS THE FINAL CAUSE OFALL RELIGION! NO ONE HAS COME BACK FROM THE WORLD OF THE DEAD TO NARRATE! The great German Philosopher Schopenhauer, who had read the Vedas, said that the average man cannot reconcile himself with Death! Therefore he makes innummerable philosophies and theologies...an effort to make death somewhat palatable! Kindly read my 'Tribute to Schopenhaure'! THANKS FOR THIS POEM 10! -Raj Nandy
time runs out and we'll still remain locked in fighting our battles...
The poem unites the horror of impending danger with the majestic beauty of expression........A rare combination! ! !