I rose above my body;
Looked back,
While moving forth;
Destitute body,
Lie without the life;
Was this shell I enshroud?
Made of flesh and bones;
Was it tool to worldly life?
In pursuit of heaven and God,
Left lush valley, snowy mounts,
Flowing lakes behind in earth;
Sorrow, glad both were
Friends of mine,
Pain and joy, love and hate,
All lived by my side;
Here feel nothing else,
Except fellow souls around,
Waiting for, go back to earth;
Hear hum of wandering souls,
No whisper, no sounds of talk;
None cares any one,
No compassion, no gratitude,
No memory in mind;
On earth had role (dharma)
To accomplish (karma)
Good and bad, joy and sorrow,
Sin and virtue were part of life,
Strewing odor
Of blooming flowers,
And stinking smell of rotten flesh,
Bitter to sweet all savored;
Heaven and hell all I lived;
Mother earth gave me shell,
And platform to perform;
© sadashivan nair
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