Dr. Yogesh Sharma
A Blessed Man - Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma
As my serious penned lines, you see;
O passer by! Do not cry for me;
You will realize me with the dead,
But no woeful word and tear be shed.
Born as a wise and blessed Brahman;
Lived and eat as a man of wisdom,
Enjoyed sound health and wealth,
Life lived up to the brim minus grief.
Offspring those I left behind,
And their children, were civilized;
Played with them, with my kind wife;
I was blissful and contended with life.
My two sons, I married fine;
With their family I enjoyed my time;
Loss nor grief never wrought,
Any source for any joyless thought.
In the end, do not dropp any tears,
My dears leave me, enjoy your years, -
I sleep here to my hushed rest,
You live yours and me mine abode, fest.
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