Treasure Island

Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.

(June 15,1942 / Aravayal, karaikudi, Tamil Nadu, South India)

Feel The Moment ‘Now’


Millions of people have been slaughtered
In the name of religion in the past.
Millions of people have been put to death
To establish the rule of communism.
Countless are the dead in both the world wars,
And for liberation or equality.
Millions are sacrificing their lives
Doing penance for the unseen bliss.
Almost the whole population march ahead
With a focus on a goal or a thrill.
Thus one forgets to live the moment ‘now’.
Regrets of the past and hopes of the future
Engulf one from feeling the moment ‘now’.
Set not lofty goals; feel the moment ‘now’.

Submitted: Sunday, July 07, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, July 17, 2013

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26.06.2013

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