In between the birth and death
Life is flowing like a river
We are fine drawn lines on water
The lines vanishing in a wink.
At times I feel we are puppets
And are manipulated by
an unseen puppeteer, the Almighty.
The string holder is He Himself
and when He sets the strings in motion
We, the puppets, move ahead
to act well in this predestined play.
Thus we complete our own karma
in this span of life itself.
Our own good and bad deeds both
unknowingly become our friends.
We care for only our own happiness
As all are selfish to the core always.
Lying, cheating, hurting become mutual
As they are usual rituals for each one here.
Death always acts like a senseless joker
can intervene anywhere anytime!
we forget this fact conveniently.
When its shadow casts on us
no more high or low in class
All are equal then and there.
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there is a saying- nothing in this world is mine- (ethem na mama) There are some people who live for others and sacrifice their life for the cause of others.
As long illusion enthralls our wisdom, we keeping moving blindly with all sorts of materialistic qualities. A nice poem well expressed!
A profound philosophical reflection written with clarity of thought and mind. A work of an intricate mind.
Lying, cheating, hurting become mutual As they are usual rituals for each one here. Death always acts like a senseless joker can intervene anywhere anytime! Truths of life explained very poetically from experience. tony
Of course life is flowing like a river in between the birth and death. We have to enjoy the fruit of karma(resolve) . Dear Mallika, a true picture you have presented nicely and vividly that any one will admit. A brilliant poem. .......10
Your poem depicts the various aspects of life quite beautifully.
In between birth and death hanging the life. Nicely expressed about life. Beautiful life poem ever shared on this desk. Nice, Nice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So true...wise words