The whole life

The whole life 



I am weak in some ways,
I am strong in others.
The way I see myself matters much.

I am a body of soil,
Thus meant to be spoiled,
And to rust into the same universe.

And I am also a transient soul,
Trying to make my presence
In this eminent cosmos.

And everything of me, or everyone,
Someday will be forgotten.
Whatever we do is going to be
Vanished someday or sometime soon.

This soul is confused
By the very reality of existing realms
And the very reality of presence.

The body is hungry for food,
And the soul is too tired to fill the empty stomach.

The soul needs peace,
And the body demands nutrition—
So much tangled attribution.

The whole life utterly is a common confusion,
And clearly embracing it is the only solution!

Shiva Rajak
19th Feb 2025

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