ILLUSION : RHYME 64

Life is a matter, yet illusory
It feels,
Or an illusion, through matters
It deals;
Our ease, owes, body, bones, 
All possessions :
Each from nowhere, to nowhere 
Returns.

Life is transitory; and ordinary,

And strange,

Each instant feels undying,

Each gets a change;

Whatever we now own, then them

We disown,

And after we disown, back them

We own.

But when we die, we lose us, all,

Forever,

And do never return be a human

Or monster;

For, death is a flight of life from

Each resource,

Back to soil, air, water and fire--

Life's true source. 

With the law of the Ultimate, 

None can dispute,

Kings, dictators, demons, who'er--

Divine or brute.

- N P SAMAL