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Oh life! The one that is called life,
Is nothing but like a mere dream,
Living is only of anticipating happiness,
Yet real living has cause of sufferings sown.
When the diseases inject
into blood and flesh,
When close family pushed you to periphery,
That merciless lord of death,
Leaves no option than snatching life.
Thus comfort on earth is just tiniest of seconds,
That too is unprotected from inevitable change.
My mountain of compassion could hold it no more,
Display of pity demeanor received no pity,
Threat and ideas failed to fear it,
Bribery of silver and gold went to deaf ear,
When demon of death takes you through its way,
That shortest of happiness is nothing but pain.
When fire destroys all that is accumulated,
When wrinkles fills your beautiful face,
When dwindling of bodily strength leaves you helpless,
That pain of aging is so vast to bear,
The only permanence is a dharma,
Hence invest all your minds into practicing it.
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