<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=581282" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Unity Of The Elements</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was a pompous show, <br>For everyone should know, <br>The funeral procession <br>Of a rich man of the town. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Inch by Inch, the funeral cart moved.<br>Step by step, the mourners walked.<br>In black costumes, each one was dressed.<br>Front and back, march passed the crowd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the gate of the burning ghat, <br>The procession came to a halt.<br>Each one spoke, in praise of the dead<br>And tears flowed, for what they said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On the sandalwood bed, <br>The body was laid, <br>And his son lit the fire, <br>That engulfed the funeral pyre.<br> <br>The dead man's remains, <br>In the form of ash and bones, <br>To the sea, were consigned<br>As a finish, at the end.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At the bottom of the seabed <br>The bone of a poor man dead<br>Addressed his bone and said<br>'Welcome to this silent seabed.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The difference, when we were alive<br>Is no more with us, now let us live, <br>Not as poor or rich, but as one element, <br>No hatred feelings to foment.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the elements, man comes, <br>And back to the elements, he goes.<br>In between arises a low-high status, <br>That brings a world of differences.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rajaram+Ramachandran">Rajaram Ramachandran</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=581282" data-title="Unity Of The Elements de Rajaram Ramachandran" data-description="It was a pompous show, For everyone should know, The funeral procession Of a rich man of the town. Inch by Inch, the funeral cart moved. Step by step, the mourners walked. In black costumes, each one was dressed. Front and back, march passed ..."></div> </div> </div>

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