Maya [illussion]
MAYA (ILLUSSION)
Mother and brothers are fictitious
will they come to the last?
The car and the home
How long they will come?
The wife and kids
Will they come with me in my death?
How far their cry is real and
How far their affection is real
If we ask these
A big silence will be the reply
All our belongings and relations
Will be around till we breathe our last
Thereafter nothing stays, all disappear
Everything in this earth and
Every one in this earth are illusions
They did not exist in your past
And neither will they in your next
All are illusions and all will vanish
As bubbles in the running water
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