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LIFE IS AN ILLUSION

       Full of puzzle is the life we live--
             Ordinary, yet strange;
            Limitless, yet limited...--
        Each instant brings a change;
         If by accident we own it now,
              Have got it to disown,
  Nature will seize the things we've got--
          By virtue or vice we've won.

          The life is a lease to each one
                In this nether entire,
   My bliss, my owes, my days and nights
            None to borrow or share;
               Individual in the body
           Belongs to none whoever,
         The Lessor does take it back
              From the mortal cover.

       All will disappear into the ether,
            The law none can dispute;
     The life ends into the death endless,
              However divine or brute:
      You sleep, and sleep to rise never
              Morning in, morning out;
   Days, months, years, aeons, and beyond;
           You are nowhere and nought.

             In darksome sleep are we lost 
                Into the eternity forever,
                  And cannot see a life--
         Human, humanoid, or monster;
                  I know when I will die, 
                I will return to the tenet--
               Same soil, air, water, fire--
         Though the mind efuses to admit.

         The marching human's conquests
               May one day stuff the Hole
        After the moon, the marsh, the sun,
            And well gobble up the whole;
               Universe is from nothing, 
          And dissolving back to nothing,
               It's transient in transition,
            Or in transcendence existing!!

                          -- N P SAMAL

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