Maya [illussion] Poem by SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN

My mother, brother are fictitious
will they come to my last?
My car and home
How long they will come?

My wife and kids
Will they come with me in my death
How far their cry is real and
How far their affection is real

I f we ask these
a big silence will be the reply
All our belongings and relations
WILL come only up to our death

After that nothing will come as pair
Everything in this earth and
every one in this earth are maya
They were not in your past and

they will not in your next
All are ilussions and all will vanish
as bubbles in the running water