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Mystic Life

Poetry By: aruntp
Poetry


ā€œIā€ used in this poem is not the writer of this poem but each of the individual self including all living species living in this unreal world of unknown vast ocean of life and death. We all are born ignorant and is searching new knowledge which is the brightest fire on this earth. But non know what a truth is. And atlast we all go to sleep by singing and dancing the life unknown with the given body.


Submitted:May 31, 2008    Reads: 166    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


In the world of Love I was born;

In the world of Pain I came;

In the world of Reality I walk;

In the world of Thoughts I Live.

In the world of changing color I sleep;

In the world of myself I reflect;

In the world of darkness I search;

The brightest fire ever seen.

Oh, God you are there;

To Generate, Organize and Destruct;

The world of reality within unreality;

Flowing in the ocean of unknown.

Oh, God give me the pot;

With a drop of nectar, sweet and cold;

Let me drink, sing a song;

Let me dance, sleep a lot.





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