The attachment with family,
Keeps him bonded & in chain
When rubbish be out,
And send away a
sigh of pain
121
The essence of life is to be known,
None stay for ever on the earth,
Thousand scholars speak for centuries,
There is plenty of theory and no dearth
122
This is also true,
The Nature makes it strong,
Detachment from attachment
Rarely slips but throng
123
Weep and wail is the common scene,
When lost any one to us dear
Neither we forget and forsake
The pain always we bear
124
Time
& tide wait for none
It
comes and goes fast
Leaves
all behind it
Memories
but short they last
125
To be continued by
Archna Raj
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