Just the body stops, but the man never dies.
Just the brain stops, but the man never dies.
Just the heartbeats stop, but the man never dies.
Death is leaving the body, but not the death of us.
There is joy of liberation.
There is joy of free soul.
There is joy of no pain.
The man dies in external world, but the man never dies in eternal world.
Death is the path through which we go, where we came from.
The man comes and goes, but he never dies.
But the mystery is unknown- of whom and what purpose is there behind the man's comes and goes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem