28]   on this mundane sphere .

With the soft touch and embraces of the cool breezes,

the tender shoots of the branches which delightfully  stupefied

are shedding droplets of joy in the dawn hours

Oh! human! how are you able to sleep ?

Are not the flames from the blazing heart of the person

 stood before you,  hitting you high  , at all?

Are you not able to hear the sounds of the footprints of him

who is walking all the way to fulfill his ambition and is staunchly

 determined to scale the honourable heights at the top

The soul of the human  which is burning I the flames of misty  fire

for the sake of moonshine, will move ahead and resist any thing that comes across .

The same soul with a strong  determination

will prepare  itself ,  stretching its metallic  shoulders wide and far

to clash with some gales.

Rubbing the sweat on the fore head and sweeping the whole path

 with drops of blood , it continue to move ahead like ceaseless streams

The flowers that are to adorn the head

are  being  pitiably crushed  , in the harsh and cruel hands in heartless ways.

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Painting the  churning  picture of the sorrowful

nudity of  the despair on the life’s canvas

He is singing the song,  sans an endless chorus .

That agonized person striving hard  in the last phase of breath

is waiting since long , and is burning  hot , with tears

and who is unable to provide for a  shelter for himself.

That endless seeker

is wearied

and tired.

He is the sage  with no edges existing , on this mundane sphere .