Life Is A Drama

When delivered to this earth
I was born with this bare body
And on the day of my death,
They'll bury my lifeless body.

With empty hands I came
From my mother's womb
And what things can I claim
On my way to the tomb?

In between birth and death
What a drama one's life plays,
Chasing the shadow of wealth
Or the empty dreams endless?

In a drama was there a king.
The role he played it well,
But went ahead as a king
Even after the curtain fell.

He lost his self-identity
And wasn't out of the role
Of the king, it’s a pity,
Having no self-control?

The Soul is a witness
To the body in action,
And from this awareness
It shall do its function.

The Soul that identifies
With the body also suffers
Like a weak heart that weeps
Before a drama full of pathos.

For your life to enjoy
Be a witness to your body
And free the Soul away
To become happy and gay.

Life is a drama, once you know,
Your Soul goes unconditioned,
And is ready, out to blow
All the vagaries of your mind.

by Rajaram Ramachandran

Comments (1)

lovely write sir...a guaged bird the soul becomes...once let out to fly..you know the world..all the vagaries of mind leaves...superb...i take this into my favs