M.D Dinesh Nair (Thrissur/Vijayawada)
As the skin realizes the aftermath of your ageing, hey, man
You begin to falter at your revelations again and again.
Experience is a comb that you are bound to possess
When you are blessed with a bald head, hey, man.
In the seclusion of things torn apart by time and flimsy triumph
You will stand realizing the ultimate truth unraveled to you ever.
When you say “goodbye” to every one near and dear
The bugles of a past wasted will be heard high above your shroud.
A soul that isn`t there can`t make a way out of your corpse,
A heaven that you dreamt of diving into won`t be running like a stream
And an eternity you ever longed for will wane into its void unknown.
Your realization, therefore, better come a little before, hey, man.
In the oblivion of times and things making a bee line of the sort
A realization will one day emerge from the heap of your thoughts odd
And your great heart may then beat like that of a true human being
As it begins to echo the pulse of a life still thriving on.
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