The vase fell on the floor
Now that vase doesn’t exist any more
Shattered and smattered
Pieces of baked clay that once come from earth
Dust it becomes and after taking birth
Dust it returns to soon enough
The body is the vessel, the vase;
Life the transient uncanny phase
Dust we came from, albeit from the dust of the stars
From Mercury, Venus, even from Mars
We hold the secret and in our tombs
The secret is that dust is just sleeping wombs.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, a very thought-provoking poem Rani, well penned, Lynda xxx
All life is transitory…, the base of all change is dust… Life rotated by dust Matter changed to flux …………………….philosophical and realistic poem. Abha
several days behind our eyes then we return to paradise......10
philosophical write, wonderfully expressed. thanks Rani. this body is just a vessel, to hold our souls which never prishes, its an irony we never access it
Really deep and profound. The concluding sentence sums up life perfectly - how everything must come full circle.
Another great way to see how we are all connected Wonderful poem Love duncan X
wonderful. awakens the dormant side jumpstarts us into action that we better get to work leave an indelible mark before its too late
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Philosophical a bit, we all end as dusts on a decided time frame, a deep thought Rani, you brought forward. thank you for sharing. liked it 10+