I Watch from over my body,
my 'I', a mirror of mine,
reveals the truth;
I am an aged,
Hair are grey,
Withered body all are pale;
Eyes don’t see,
Lips don’t move,
mouth don’t speak,
Desiccated cadaver in funerary box;
Even leaves are abandoned,
When trees don’t need;
The relations I had,
Thought all would live my side;
The closest friends,
I trusted most;
Are now digging,
to bury me in;
Even wife I loved once most,
She too witnesses,
burring me underground;
She loved not me,
But my body, my structure,
Not my soul, not my ‘I’;
Love and friendship,
All are deceptive tricks,
bond us to exist for ‘karma’;
When purpose over,
Took all from me;
love, relation, amity,
Feeling, emotions and touch;
Now realize were tools on earth,
for my karma assigned to me;
All relations are mortal,
don’t last for long;
Body buried,
My woman wept;
Dew drops from her eyes,
Have no arms to wipe;
have no body to solace,
Her moan by my bracing embrace;
Not even emotions to feel her pain;
All exist in this world,
They are only tools;
No-less, no-more all belong to earth,
We come and go,
Leave all back on earth;
© Sadashivan Nair
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I would like to translate this poem
All the earthly things are perishable..... even love and friendship! Friends desert us and close ones abandon us! Such things are to be expected in life, though painful! Nothing here is permanent. Once we have to leave everything behind......possessions, loved ones, fame and power. What ultimately may remain are our good deeds. Whether any one remembers them or not, they will stay. A beautiful write with philosophical thoughts!