THE LAST GLIPSE

      THE LAST GLIMPSE

As he lay dead to the world
 stillness pervading the room
All pride in me evoporated
And my heart was filled with wonder
He was driven by desire when in robust health
Overpowered by pride in his actions
Most of them born out of arrogance
Very few with traces of compassion
He knew not that his days were numbered
And lived in an illusion that he was supreme.
Life is eternal for it is beyond birth and death
But the body is ravaged by age , 
And returns to the dust  whence it has come.
Death has freed him from all his woes
For it is the ultimate blessing to man.

N.S.Ramesh 
Poem 

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