BUBBLE
BY HARPRASAD SHARMA
EDITED- DR. RAM SHARMA
False attachment to worldly things,
Nothing but pain and sorrow brings,
Cling not to earthly things that seem,
to sages like an empty dream,
This body which is made of dust,
Will one day like a bubble burst
A frame which is subject to decay,
Why grieve for that in such a way?
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