We smile as he pulls the ropes
Attached to our facial muscles.
In the same way we cry!
Oceans are around but we cannot taste
A dropp of water.
Sky is high and instead of wings
Only the feeble hands.
No solace at all and only in the burial grounds
We rest in peace to our own consent
As he has taken back our ropes
And no more movements!
* Truth is bitter like the bedridden man who swallows an elixir to get rid of steely death!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Of course, we may experience such miserable moments in our life but if we have the strength to accept the situation, well and good. Ramana Maharshi and Sri Ramakrishna Paramahamsar etc have shown to the world that physical situations need not give us any unhappiness. Let us try to take a leaf out of their life and expand our vision.