In the earth, people sleep
Branches swing
As small birds sing
Some souls departed into air
Seeking mokshaic release there
For each and all
The attainment and atonement
The relief of leaving
Leaving all wordly goods and strife
The completion of one's brief life
Nobody to please
Just release.
In the earth people sleep
Elsewhere, millions have promises to keep.
Copyright 2008 Rani Turton
love this, the simplicity and worldy observation of human nature and wonder.10/10.
indeed...frm mud we come, and mud we become...nothing but dust is us...
Made me think all the life we have is Now. We must not fear death, as you say its just release. But life goes on. I love poems that make me think, long after I have read, this is one of those. Thank you Rani. Bob
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem has clean lines and a beautiful message.