Whatever our prides
Or the riches we built! !
Our sorrows, pains and grief
We accumulated throughout ……
They all are momentarily reduced
Into ashes or buried just after we die.
Nothing remains with us -
Except remembering us by our deeds! !
Yet we are cribbing only
For all such petty means! !
How…..?
It does not matter to us,
Whatever cruel or mean we need to be! !
We are dragged and allured
Towards those unfair means,
Where we jump upon and knowingly
Are committing wrong things.
Thus - for the time being
May be, we satisfy our egos
By unduly capturing or clinching things.
But the ultimate infinite happiness and peace
Remain unachieved as an illusion only! !
Can never ever be happy at last-
By adapting these unfair means! !
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Amitava (31.12.2014)
No material value will remain but spiritual value we are contributing through our poetry shall remain ever. Regards.
Great thinkers poem all possessions mean nothing at the end..entry to heaven is free and your poem was was spot on...regards
the illusions and hoarding of material goods for which we waste away our lives..................a very nice way of reminding the useless quests for which we strive and cheat and harm each other..................beautiful
A very true poem, my favorite line is: Nothing remains with us - Except remembering us by our deeds! ! How many people realize that all our world possessions are left behind. Far too many accumulate wealth without this realization of truth. The pyramids in Egypt are the greatest monuments to this folly. The best thing we can leave behind are the deeds to remember us by. Darla :)
Material possessions accumulated is not going to give us lasting joy! What ever we achieve through hard work and fair means give us satisfaction! But the ultimate joy lies in the well being of the spiritual man within us! Great thoughts, well composed into a poem!
Beautiful poem. Very true said nothing remains at the end but only the ashes. Person dies but his deeds be good or bad are remembered. Loved reading it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes this is the truth of life, yet man loves to indulge in such fleeting things.....Amitavaji......and man is known by his deed and not by name.....very nicely composed.....Wish you a happy and prosperous new year 2015!