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      Every sleep is a death and

     every wakeup is a birth

     Life is in between it

     as a dream of our sleep

     From the opening to close of our eyes

     many struggles and desires play

    They keep us as dolls to pull and push

    We move in their directions with an illussions

   Everything is in our hands and nothing is greater than us

   Borders and territories will never come

   our territory is only six or seven feet

   Golden watch and fancy dress will not come

   in our journey of death

  love the souls and love the world  to

  pave the way to the heaven of God

           SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN

IN SANSKRIT

Punarabhi jananam Punarabhi maranam

Punarabhi janani jadare sayanam

Igha samsare bahdhustahare

Krupayabare bahi murare

Sath sangathve Nith sangathvam

Nith sangathve Nir mohathvam

Nir mohathve Nithsathvam

Nithsalathve  Jeeven maukthi

   ADHI SANKARAR

— SAKTHEEE2007, Aug 17, 2007

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purplemoondoll

18 years 9 months ago

Good Job

Beautiful lines- Sanskrit is a nice touch. Golden watch and fancy dress will not come in our journey of death love the souls and love the world to pave the way to the heaven of God Breathtaking imagery - thanks kaz
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Conect11

18 years 9 months ago

now this

is the most powerful poetry I have yet seen from you! You mark the person boundaries of humanity well here, and your voice is coherent. there is a quote: "sleep, those little slices of death. Oh how I loathe them!" That you remind me of here. There are some minor spelling errors to fix, but you have powerful work here. Mark
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weirdelf

18 years 9 months ago

Profound work, my friend

and just love the Sanskrit, it reads so beautifully without having to understand a single word! cheers, Jess