As I sat on a rock in a cemetery of my native village Looking at the gentle water flow in a small rivulet surrounded by a hilly cage
And half-buried bones of the dead I remembered all the words earlier philosophers said The evening calm and deadly silence I faced here Could be the mirror image of the after life there The graves of my ancestors reminded me how short our lives were And that there was no time for the grudges to bear The
water, air, earth, nature And the surrounding atmosphere Told me I
would be a part of them soon And the brief enlightened life of mine
was certainly a boon The distant burning funeral pyres reflecting in
the faces of the living ones Asserted that we were just flickering
candles Which would one day be blown away by the roaring wind Therefore
I need not give importance to ego, pride, money and fame found Here
on earth- this life was merely a passing phase It should not be
wasted in an unimportant vanity chase It did not matter whether a
person was a king And walked in a golden ring Or a president of a
nation who greedily Acquired lots of wealth and walked on a red
carpet freely Or a beauty queen who had a luxurious milk bath And
wandered on a flower path Or a pauper whose move Was only on a
thorny pave, All that a person needed in the end was a six feet
earth- To turn into dust- I realized this Ultimate Truth.
Dr. Krishna Kumari Challa
Apr 13, 2010
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Apr 13, 2010
Dr. Krishna Kumari Challa
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Apr 14, 2010