Life on this Earth is an ocean
Playing by swinging the Lyre of Life.
And what is this Earth, but a sand-dome
Amounting a roasted Pappad.
Man who boasts that
The wheel that revolves
the Global whole is in his hold,
Is but just a dust-drop.
A smithereen if reckoned;
If unreckoned though,
He is the 'Bramha' (the whole)
"All that man's games are ephemeral"..
Reminds thus the wisdom that blooms
with in Man
But heeds not he that....
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