Prompt -Brown stick
My daily thought includes things that may not matter tomorrow
Still hoarding thoughts ,things and carrying baggage than choosing to throw
Ultimately what will one take from this world
When dear ones involved , the most nightmare is this word
Truth of 'Death' is very deep-
soul leaves,forever body sleeps
Immortal is our soul and is free
plays its role as a selfless tree
When leaf fall
A tree never cries
On young leaf call
neither does it rejoice
Something so obvious is 'Death'
Each one's life cycle is preset
Body eventually fades and becomes dull
But soul is supreme and is immortal
Each event in life is a replay
Individual role is a pre-scripted play
But memories are attached to this body of flesh and blood
And dear ones leaving us makes tears shed
The brown stick of wood when ignites ,has capacity to burn this existence
Even after knowing reality , all of us choose ignorance
Any pain will heal with time
Nothing in this materialistic world is 'Mine' !!!
✍️©️Priyanka Kamath
@~Vipin V. Kamble
@+91 96963 14289
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