*samsara Poem by nimal dunuhinga

The poor sinner caddy too crawls towards him with a heavy bag that full of debts on his oblique shoulder.................................. it is endless journey we have to take on without anybody's help. lovely poem with good message....10 read mine sir....special prayers..... spare us

The pathetic contradictions in life so wonderfully poeticised...

Who can explore nature's destiny....samsara remains still unanswerable...thank you

Interesting take on what Twain called 'a good walk spoiled.' Terse and thought-provoking.

Your comment on the different levels of society is especially telling because you do not tell us what to think - you simply draw a picture and let us draw our own conclusions.

Wonderful poem. Profound in drawing the inexplicable analogy betwixt a game of Golf and the ties of the worldly woes (janmasamsaara bandhanam) .

I just laughed at this and thank you for writing what sounds true enough to be very funny.

The first moves onwards happily and in a mood of victory and the second follows only in compulsion to earn his livelihood...

You, sir really have read the Buddish Bible.

Some wry comedey here very well said. That millionaire has lost his balls in the woods! regards