Imaginary is birth and death.

Dust turns into plant,
Plant turns into animal,
And animal, dust.
Thus matter is cyclic,
No end, no beginning.
Where’s death or birth?
15.03.2000, Palakkad

poem by Rm. Shanmugam ChettiarReport problemRelated quotes
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