A bite from the sun
A slice form the green
A piece from the ocean
A handful of soil
A feel from the sky
Weaving a robe of mortality
Stitched to imperfection
But wearing it to perfection
realising its utility in
selflessness and universal love
hidden in its sleeves
triggering immortality
discarding the robe
giving back a piece, each to
fire, air, water, earth and ether
redeeming self for another life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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