Flowers adorn my body, is it a festival or a lament?
Even in the city of death, the ashoka blossoms.
A skull holds a lute, a melody's gentle sound,
Flowers adorn my body, is it a festival or a lament?
The world dies, the dance goes on eternally,
Stars fade silently, one by one.
We are all flowers, fleeting beauty,
Flowers adorn my body, is it a festival or a lament?
Death or life, all a grand drama,
Actors depart, but the stage remains.
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Author:
Prasun Goswami (
Offline) - Published: April 19th, 2024 11:59
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Fantastic.
Amazing flow and sentiment!
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