English Poem...... Deep Sleep

All have said that Death is horrible

Yet the 'Moksha' is considered divine.

How can the way to Divinity to be horrid?

Rarely we relish deep sleep !!!!!!!!!!!!

Mostly we all are hunting day and night.

Why ? The question remained unanswered.

For long the brain waves kept echoing

After reaching the dead end of a long tunnel

Yet, never Man has left his search

Neither have I stopped the race.

The Thoughts always leave me behind

Kept me running to match up the pace.

Tit bits of happiness do fall in the lap

Yet the greed is to snatch it all.

Sight of a new born brings tinkle in the eyes,

Crawling baby standing suddenly brightens the smile.

Yes, the life offers joy in bits and pieces.

Arms of beloved do give oceans of warmth,

Feeding the young fills our belly, too.

A hand raised in blessing draws away sky of fear

Yet, the search is always on to find the Ultimate

The question still persists, is death so horrid?

So much so to race against time and be avoided.

Does the joy of Uniting with the Invisible

Can only be relished on leaving the bodily envelope?

Can't the fruits of His eternal love

Be tasted in this so called 'Cursed' flesh and blood?

Roaming in the jungle of thoughts and their embodiment

Suddenly by heavenly grace came upon a light

Enlightening the panting soul, caressed like mother

Soul in flesh and blood do rest for a while

Do unite momentarily with the Creator

Lo! man, woman, be any age, sex or creed

All bestowed with HIS aura of divine seize.

In the lone moments when Man is asleep

Sleeping with his worries at a bay,

With worldly relations far beyond his reach

Death in a beautiful package of Life

Do come when we're deep asleep.

None of the desires 'Dharm, Arth, Kaam, Moksha'

Bind the body and mind,

The fruits of ultimate happiness do quench

The thirsty souls with Nectar so divine.

The realisation aptly removes the fear of Death.

If a dose, so tiny relinquishes the soul,

How can be the arms of death

Be lesser than the arms of loving mother?