Every sleep is a death and
every wakeup is a birth
Life is in between it
as a dream of our sleep
From the opening to close of our eyes
many struggles and desires play
They keep us as dolls to pull and push
We move in their directions with an illussions
Everything is in our hands and nothing is greater than us
Borders and territories will never come
our territory is only six or seven feet
Golden watch and fancy dress will not come
in our journey of death
love the souls and love the world to
pave the way to the heaven of God
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I read a poem about death. it shows your confidence in life. i am from chennai. May read my poems written about the concept of death, birth, soul and body. Ma i know more about you.