As long as a man is fit,
And is able to support,
One can as well see how,
His family shows him love,
But none of them cares,
Out when his body wears.
His family will enquire
All about his welfare
When he’s alive still,
But even his wife will
Run away, when he dies,
In fear of the corpse.
In games and plays,
The childhood days,
Unaware, pass away,
The youth goes astray,
In his lust for woman,
Also his days are gone.
One’s old age passes,
Counting these losses,
O’er the past actions
As well as reactions,
So, none has chosen
To be lost in Brahman.
Find in your life,
Who’s your wife?
Who’s your son?
Of whom, you’re one?
Wherefrom you came,
And what’s your aim?
Life in good association,
Will free you from delusion,
That will, in turn, again
Remove stress and strain
To settle in the path divine,
More towards your salvation.
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The man who chooses the right life partner in his youth will be revered in his old age. As well he should be. Excellent write, Rajaram. Kind wishes, Sandra