The Breath, A Mere Breath, A Great Breath Poem by Nash Thomas

I am thinking about a breath,
The breath, a mere breath, a great breath,
Everyone knows in their inner mind,
Everyone forgets in their inner mind,
A breath, a mere breath, a great breath.

Through the breath, the man,
Love, live, chat, dance, imagine,
Through the breath the man,
Plan for the wars and violences.

It’s banking by the nature,
Allowing unlimited usage,
Never turn into a shortage,
Resembling a wonder lamp, Alavudeen’s lamp.

Feeling the presence, day by day,
Fails to know, how it originated? ,
Myth and theories, lots of myth and theories,
That clashes each other day by day.

While the man is alive,
Nobody thinks about the breath, a mere breath,
When the man dies, news spreads,
Talking about the breath, last breath, a great breath.

The man is just only a breath,
If breath is over, who is he? ,
Reality turns unreal, existence turns non-existence,
Thinking, attacking, defending, everything vanishes into air,
Tie-up with the unseen nature, the cosmic content forever.