Our lives, youth,
riches and beauty
are ephemerals
like droplets of water
on the leaves of lotus,
may end at any moment,
lose their identity
by a slight jolt from the creator.
The ruler, the ruled,
the wise, the foolish,
the rich, the poor
are all same in arrival,
Would remain same
when the harsh summon
comes from the God of death
at our departure.
Why not crush
our ego and differences,
remain in peace and harmony
as long as we are here.
A great poem with a meaningful message. Beautiful thoughts to ponder about and so very true. Liked the opening lines.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The ruler, the ruled, the wise, the foolish, the rich, the poor are all same in arrival, Would remain same when the harsh summon comes from the God of death at our departure.....this is the ultimate reality dear poet! It's a thoughtful write! 5 stars and to my favorite.