Poem By Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya

Te minions of Time carry the palanquin of the body

Inside the body the Mind is seated

It rises now with hopes

It falls now with despair

The palanquin goes past

the meadows and marshes

deserts and mountains

in the rain in the snow

in the sun in the moon

One wonders whither does it go

Comments about Palanquin

Nice imagery and beautiful poem.Like a palanquin human body carries the soul that pass through ups and downs, deserts and mountains, but the poet wonders - -Whither it goes? That question is still unresolved though philosophers and different religions of the world put forward different theories.
Verily, the human body is the palanquin that carries our mind and soul and will carry till worn out........10
Till the palanquin is worn out the journey will continue sure to where no one knows!
Time carry the palanquin of the body. Really very amazing expression and thought provoking poem this is. Wise sharing...10

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