Ramdas Bhandarkar

(Madikeri)

Afterlife? ? ?


If not I know my before-life,
not knowing what life is,
how can I think and talk about my afterlife..

Multicellular, multi layered tissues.
group of well organised organs systems
Unlike plants and more like animals

If not I know what exist
what that exit leaving this
It is not me. It is not me, It is not me.

I have neither life nor death
system become outdated
useless, irreparable scrap someday
I Am not this system,
this is not me...Not me

I am the user, tenant
learning to use and using to learn
Used to think and feel..

That which neither take birth
nor suffer a death.
I am that Truth Never die
How then ever I have a life
before or after if not now?

Submitted: Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, January 22, 2014
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