I was a moss … died
Then I took birth as a plant … died
Rose again a tree … died
came again a worm … died
Like this I came again and again
I died again and again
Lakhs of times
In lakhs of forms
In lakhs of shapes
This time I took birth a human
If I die again
Is it a loss?
Is it a reason to be afraid for death?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem