Neither Mortal Nor Immortal Poem by Akhtar Jawad
Neither Mortal Nor Immortal
I wonder,
where is the line that separates the object and its image,
I cannot deny,
I cannot remain silent,
neither I am Bertand Russel
nor Budha,
I am sure there is such a line.
One day,
I shall cross the line of control,
the image will cease to be,
I am moving closer to that line,
day by day,
neither I am mortal nor immortal.
None of us really have an idea of what lies beyond. Sometimes, I feel that it is better to leave what's beyond to itself and just be the best we can be. A wonderfully written poem Jawad sahab. Thanks for sharing: -)
This the wonder of natural creation. This is not easy task to separate the lines of natural perception between mortal and immortal. One day each of us will cross this line. Human body with life is such example. An amazing philosophical poem is excellently presented...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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The line is individually subjective. A series of physical and biological events create a personal 'reality' in each of our minds. We are merely projections of the complexity of a bone encapsulated organ.