By DR.YOGESH SHARMAUpdated: APRIL 10, 2018 10:24
Love demands a shared tune, And respect deep for each one’s space,Love is like total surrender to God,And love is to worship HIM.In love, there is no moan, complaint or nag,Surrender to the is occurring around willingly;Body and life withers and dissolves with time and age;One needs to accept bones, creaky and tongue, flavourless. The upsetting bowels; the losing memory, the tiredness,
The nervousness, the sleeplessness and the poor sight;Reaching the sphere, informed by rainbows in a dark night;And feeling the cold-freezing hands of Yamraj.The past trial flakes my psyche,With full of meaning laments and grieves gulping me,My soul moans and craves for liberation,I desire for total silence, calm and relief.Liberated from taunts, slurs worldly yokes,Unknown tomorrow, dead yesterdayDon’t fret about those moments which can’t be replayed,Gone is gone, bygone is bygone.Man is neither an earth nor an add-on of an earth,He is a body and escort of life, all just as mortal and ending;Life has a span for itself and its own, for me mine male and female,Undrape! Man is not guilty to anyone, nor stale nor discarded.The soul is around, firm, acquisitive, untiring, and cannot be dazed away;It sleeps in its cradle and lifts the gauze and look a long time;Soul witness the corpse with its dabbled hair,And notes where the life has fallen.O Soul, go back to the abode of stillness and leave this decaying body,Mournful and hungry world: complaining and crying souls;Embrace eternal love and memories sweet;Nothing is permanent all is bound to dissolve.