Reality
One day I was passing from the street,
I saw a lady. She was died
And everyone cried, “O lord! Please send her back.”
Suddenly I thought myself to be that lady and nothing left with me.
I got frightened
And my body tightened.
Actually it was the fear of death
Which almost skipped my breathe.
I quickly ran to my mentor.
I asked truth, “Whether me or that lady?”
He gave a broad smile and replied
“Neither you nor that lady. Truth is hidden in thyself.”
I got to learn one more lesson that day
And it guided me on a spiritual way…
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