Bliss - Poem by Narendra Kuppan
We are children with immortal bliss.
We are busy in our bliss.
We never look into the heart of our fellow men, which has depressions deep.
We never look into our country which has great history, filled with lot of mystery.
We never look into the world, which has great history brief filled with lot of grief.
Many men gave call to wake up; even, I give call to wake up still none has waked up.
Because I had told it is immortal bliss.
How can they wake up?
But still many will give call to wake up.
With a hope that one or other day that immortality will become mortal.
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