No Man Is An Island

No man is an island,
Entire of itself,
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thy friend's
Or of thine own were:
Any man's death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind,
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee.

by John Donne

Comments (4)

Love the title and the concept in here.
Reminds of the words of a song sung by a band called Jars of Clay: 'Blessed are the shallow, Depth they'll never find'. There I go again...unwilling to exert and see for myself, grasping at revelations and at what others can tell me :)) Your work lets me know that I have much to aspire to. Thanks, roshni.
very true..that's what we exactly do..we don't live
u truly understand life perfectly..amazing write!