Thirumandiram 145
ஊரெலாங் கூடி ஒலிக்க அழுதிட்டுப்
பேரினை நீக்கிப் பிணமென்று பேரிட்டுச்
சூரையங் காட்டிடைக் கொண்டுபோய்ச் சுட்டிட்டு
நீரினில் மூழ்கி நினைப்பொழிந் தார்களே
The neighbours gathered wailing loud and long,
Denied him now a name, called him corpse,
And bore him to the burning ghat and the body burnt,
Then a ceremonial dip--and memory dies as the hours lapse
Thats how fragile our lives are! Is there moksha from this fragility?
6 comments:
Yes, the moksha lies in the enormous wisdom of these words. You are amazing.
We are honoured to be in your presence.
True...this is how our life is....
nothing more nothing less...
Whatever happens life should go ...
Thanks for your presence, your commitment Partha. It is inspiring. I too feel honoured to be sharing my journey with you!
:)
Yes , you are very wise Partha :) We are proud that you are our friend :)
thx for all the support guys! the inspiration is mutual! :)
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