Once born in the world, pain of all kinds, lasts till the end;
From head ache to leg pain, besides sugar and BP, our life is precarious;
Like sword is hanging over head, time is ticking for everyone!
Only for the mystics, life is just a pastime to indulge in musing;
They are on par with philosophers and Nature Poets exploring all;
Being non-attached and free to see end, they don't care for pain!
Pain or pleasure is just a passing feeling, enlightened one knows;
But for others, they look tp heartless ones by wrong estimation;
Such wise ones never feel or worry about anything as it's illusion!
With deep musing in Nature, they enjoy bliss in paradise as in heaven;
From them only all can realize reality and ultimate reality sure;
Knowledge of all and deep analysis make all wise and fit to live blissful life!
Feelings and anticipation of negative things make all like worms on hot soil;
Only by realization of this truth will make one and all free to live in the world!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great write....like it.....thank, dear Poet.
Thanks a lot for your nice appreciation based on reading the above Poem of mine!