While soul leaves his own body,
People say this body is a cadaver,
They gossip and relatives cry,
Attachment and detachment fight.
This is true that at the same moment,
Many feel renunciation is truth,
Nothingness is clearly seen in front,
Many tell the person has taken nothing.
He has earned many things in lifetime,
But he has taken nothing along with,
This creates confusion at the end,
Soul has even not taken his body.
Illusion covers veil over all matters,
Material things attract frequently,
But reality with change warns us,
Destruction turns development into dust.
Duality of nothingness is felt more,
In something we see internal change,
Soul leaves his body when it is damaged,
Cadaver decomposes gradually into soil.
© Kumarmani Mahakul,13 June 2018. All rights reserved.
Nothingness indeed. You couldn't have pained it more palpable Sir. Life offers nothing and takes away everything. It is hollow and delusional. Soul... body... cadaver...illusion....confusion....development into dust....Sir here is my rating.10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
A well crafted poem Sir Kumar. You have captured the essence of death. When death comes soul leaves the body.10
Illusion covers all the matters and captures us. But each material thing is destructible. We should stay away from this and practice God’s wisdom. We have to realize the nothingness.
Nothingness to something and from something to nothingness it seems to very magical in the way of perception. Nature is wonderful and you have captured the right thing.
A very meaningful write about life and death. So very true.We take nothing along with us. Brilliantly penned.10++++
True. It is hard to imagine what was before we were born, and what would be left after we are gone. Either ways, a life lived is a life lived. A beautiful poem Mr Mahakul. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes I think intelligence is a curse- the animals do not fret about death and what happens after death. Even so, we a reasoning creature and as such we wonder and pursue theories and sometimes cannot see the truth before our face... very deep-thinking is created by this poem. Well done. 10
Curse of knowledge, or doom to knowing. It is both a curse and strictly speaking, a blessing- though one falls short of words to explain how.