Such ness of Life

Can you make
The wind
Change its course?

Can you grasp
Morning rays
Of the Sun
In your hand?

Can you stop
The time from
Moving?

Where from
Comes
This need
To control and hold?

Accept and
Make the best
Of what is.

Buddha
Called it
Such ness of life
Surrender
And that’s
The end
Of your suffering.

poem by Mamta Agarwal
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