The entire cosmic things dangle
In a filament invisible and subtle
Of my breath from mysterious source
Which I could feel well in my heart
If the string is cut
If my breath is out
What will happen to me?
Cosmos is snatched from me!
And nothing will happen to cosmos,
The giver of pain and pleasure!
Why am I still vulnerable?
Knowing this truth plausible?
The scenes and sounds will vanish
The relations and friends are no more
The painful ties with enemies too perish
And what will be me without all these? 051110
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